Page 17 of Everything Is Yours
Before Jack or I could respond, Dave and Emily walked into the sitting room, and Rick spoke to Dave like he was his long lost brother.
“Dave, thank fuck you’re here. Any ideas for entertaining a musician in the middle of a fucking forest?”
Dave’s face lit up, and he wobbled slightly on his feet at the sudden attention from Rick because according to Jack, Rick Fars was Dave’s idol. Dave worked as a sound engineer and M3rCy, Rick’s band was his all-time favorite band.
Looking a little awestruck at being put on the spot, Dave looked to Jack then blinked silently as if to say, ‘Did he just say that?’
He looked back at Rick. “Sure I do. What about a drinking game?”
Rick perked up and straightened his back in his chair.
“Sounds like a solid plan. Where’s the alcohol?”
Placing his hands on his knees, he pushed himself upright and began wandering down the cabin hallway to the room Mya and Jack were sharing. He knocked and opened the door when he heard nothing on the other side.
“Mya, get your ass up and out here, honey. We’ve got a night of drinking and debauchery planned. You won’t want to miss it.”
Dave, Jack and I were trying to find the alcohol when we heard an approaching snow mobile outside. Emily peered out the window and relaxed.
“It’s that Dita woman again,” she said calmly.
“Is that so?” Rick glanced over and gave me a salacious smile.
No sooner had she spoken, Dita entered through the front door dragging with her an insulated box. Rick pounced to help her before he came and stood beside me folding his arms, still checking her out.
“Dinner.”
Dita smiled warmly at us before making eye contact with Rick and blushing. She looked away and began to empty the stainless steel box, placing the foil cartons on the kitchen counter. She stopped to turn on the oven and Rick was instantly by her side; alcohol was momentarily forgotten while he acted like a domestic God. Lily smirked knowingly at me, and I knew it was Rick’s intention to make another play for her.
“Do you have dessert in there or are you dessert?” Rick asked in his thick Southern drawl.
His thinly disguised attempt at flirting with her attracted the attention of the others in the room. Jack snorted and bit back a grin at his corny pick-up line. Rick raised an eyebrow in silent challenge letting Jack know to mind his own business. Jack shook his head and walked away in the direction of his bedroom. Mya still hadn’t made an appearance from her ‘nap’.
“No dessert, only me,” Dita said seductively and with a completely innocent expression on her face.
Rick glanced at me sideways before closing the space between them and slipping his hand around her shoulders.
“Dita. You are all the dessert I need, darling. You’re as sweet as a peach,” Rick responded grinning wickedly.
I knew his chances of a replay would be successful when she placed a soft hand over his forearm that was draped around her neck. For a second, they held each other’s gaze then he took his arm back and Dita once again turned her attention to preparing the food without hesitation.
With Dita’s help, Jack found the alcohol.
“Damn, there’s enough alcohol in this place to induce more than a few comas.”
I strode over to see what the fuss was about, and he wasn’t exaggerating. The room situated next to the main seating area had a stainless steel double fronted fridge with an ice dispenser. Inside was an assortment of imported beers, white wines ranging from dry to sweet, and Champagne. Next to it was a long floor to ceiling glass cabinet packed tightly with spirits and liquors. On the far wall, a darker alcove area was decked out like a small cellar full of red wine and on closer inspection they came from vineyards all over the world.
Cody and Lennon arrived just as Dita was arranging the hot food on the huge table. Chicken, pizza, shrimp, steak and salmon, baked potatoes, coleslaw, salad and sweet potato wedges were a welcome sight; I was starving.
Each of us had at least two glasses of wine with dinner, and we were pretty relaxed by the time Rick and Jack disappeared into the ‘drinking den’, as the room containing the alcohol had by then been renamed. When they reappeared, they were each carrying a bottle of tequila, a bottle of gin and two bottles of white wine. Jack went back and returned with a bottle of Galliano, some vodka and a bottle of twelve-year-old malt whiskey.
When he started going through the cupboards, I thought he was looking for glasses, but eventually he produced a large glass jug and poured half the bottle of vodka, gin, whiskey, Galliano and some wine into the jug.
“Forfeit, jug,” he explained and then set it on the coffee table in the middle of the lounge.
Mya and Lily made everyone another drink, and we all sat on either the sofa or floor, on pillows.
Chapter 10 Revelations
