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She obeyed and leaned in, giggling with amusement as I brushed away blonde locks from her forehead.
“Fuck,” I whispered, releasing her from my grasp. Fuckin’ green. Her eyes were fuckin’ green.Then who the hell was I thinking about? Jesus Christ.
Her girly titter pulled me out of my head as she fixed her hair and threw me a playful side eye. “What was all that about, Hunty?”
Hunty? Fuck no. Never say that again,was what I almost spat, but I deemed it rather inappropriate given the circumstance. I did sort of just stare at her face for like two minutes, trying to convince my brain that her eyes were in fact brown when they were as green as a spring fucking clover.
“Just wanted to get a better look at ya, darlin’, no shame in that.”
“No,” she cooed. “No shame at all.” She turned to Josh and rounded up the empty shot glasses. “Be back in a bit boys.”
The weight of a barbell sat heavy on my chest as I watched her walk away, knowing damn well she wasn’t the mystery woman who sent me over the edge earlier.
“Man, what was that about? But for real?” Josh poked, looking utterly perplexed.
“Nothin’. Just needed to confirm something.”
“Oh yeah? What’d ya need to confirm,Hunty?” He imitated, letting out a loud snort.
“Shut the fuck up, just, no.”
A moment of silence stretched between us as I scanned the surroundings of Cid’s, shrugging off the thought of those brown eyes to some chick I probably saw in porn.
Vintage posters of Johnny Cash, Hank Williams and Jimmie Rodgers plastered one side of the venue while the other half was painted in classic rock records from Metallica to AC/DC.
Neon strobe lights hung from every corner of the ceiling, casting down laser beam lights at the grinding horde on the dance floor.
That’s probably what made Cid’s so appealing. It was a newer venue with an older feel. It had a wide booth selection for the calm drunks and the wild ones.
“Huh, look like she came after all.” Josh chirped, motioning towards the entrance.
I followed his gaze to the front door and my breath halted in surprise. Bambi was chatting with the coat check lady, dressed in a tight red dress and some black heels that coiled around her ankles like a fucking shoelace.
Her dark hair was swept over one side of her shoulder, drawing more attention to the deep V pushing her tits together.
I clenched my jaw, attempting to steady my racing thoughts and just watched her. She looked nervous, holding a hand over her chest as if she didn’t realize she looked like the sweetest goddamn cherry in this wreck of a ruin.
“Christ, she cleans up nice.” Josh babbled behind me.
I didn’t need to look his way to know where the hell his eyes were. Where the hell everyone’s eyes were in this fucking pub.
My eyes shifted to the meat stick standing next to Bambi, swooning over her like a kid in a candy store. Crudder, I think his name was. Cracker? Fuck if I knew. He worked at P&D’s with my dad and Payton, and as far as I was concerned he didn’t cause any trouble. But I’d never seen him out before.Probably cause he never had the fuckin’ opportunity ‘till now.
“And here you boys are.” Britt slid a tray of shots, way more than we’d ordered, in the center of the table. “I added a few extra just in case you wanted to thank me later.”
“Oh I’ll thank ya right now, sugar, come here.”
Britt leaned towards Josh but he blocked her path with his forearm. “I was talking ‘bout the shots, Britt but, I’ll uh – I’ll tip ya real good.”
I would’ve laughed at that had my attention not been on Bambi and Cracker. A tenacious bitterness lodged itself in my chest. Why the hell was she here? Wearingthat? And with him of all fuckin’ people? Guy looked like a pool noodle with no pool.
“Anything else I can get for ya, Hunty?” Britt chimed, batting those emerald eyes at me.Hunty. That will always be a thorn in my side.
I stole one last glance at Bambi who was now sitting at the bar, Cracker’s stool way too close for my liking.Man, what is goin’ on with me?
“Actually, yeah.” I uttered, nodding towards the two newbies of Cid’s Pub. “Send the girl in red a whisky on the rocks, the guy in blue a tequila sunrise.”
Britt turned to look at Bambi, craning her neck to the side before curling her lip in annoyance.
