This year, since Luke didn’t have family close either, we decided to spend Thanksgiving Day doing what I usually did alone, watching football.
Faith wasn’t with me so it still sucked like it did every year. The worst part this time being she was so close yet so far away.
I took a quick look at all the empty beer bottles that were sitting on the counter and thought about tossing them out and then decided who really cared.
I waited in the doorway. When Luke said he had beer that meant he had no free hands, and I didn’t feel like having a permanent hole in my door from his foot.
The elevator opened revealing my friend just like I thought. He had three cases of beer stacked one on top of the other, carrying them with ease. The only part of him that could be seen was the top of his disheveled blonde head and his dark blue eyes peeking over the top box. The man really was a beast.
He was tall and lean, but he had muscle that he kept hidden, it wasn’t about bulk for him.
The most intimidating facet of him, some would say, was his complete tattooed sleeves.
“What the hell, Luke! We’re not having a party.”
“I wanted to make sure we had enough in case anyone else decides to come over.” Luke dropped the cases next to the fridge. When he turned around he saw all the empty bottles sitting next to the sink.
“Looks like you already had a party. Did you forget my invitation?”
“I didn’t have a party,” I grumbled, walking past him and collapsing on the couch. My head flopped backwards in pain. It’s been years since I had a hangover and now I realized how much I didn’t miss them.
“I saw you chasing Faith out of the bar last night. Then not long after Mike and Grace left. George was pissed by the way. It was awesome,” Luke smirked.
“You know Faith?” I managed to pick my head up long enough to look at Luke.
“Yeah, I know Faith.” Luke put the beer he brought away and grabbed the last cold one sitting on the shelf, then he joined me on the couch. “So tell me again how you didn’t have a party if all you guys drank that?” Luke asked.
“I drank that.” I waved a lazy hand in the general direction, keeping my eyes closed. The sun that shone in reminded me of how stupid I had been. Not only was I feeling lousy, but also guilty. The last thing I felt like doing was explaining my past to Luke. The guy was a walking hard on. The only consolation I had to drinking that much was I woke up alone, unlike all the other times.
“There’s at least a case of beer there. I’ve never even seen you drink two in a single hour much less an entire case in a night.” He ran a hand through his messy hair, not making it look any different.
“So how do you know Faith?” A sharp pain shot across my forehead as I said her name. I wanted to get Luke to stop grilling me about the beer. So, like distracting a kitten with some catnip, I waved Luke’s own addictive treat, women.
“We’re friends. I met her at the hospital. Did you get a piece of ass or what? I really want to date her, but she won’t give me the time of day.”
After taking a drink he mumbled behind the bottle, “I knew we shouldn’t have nicknamed you Killer, dammit.”
Luke hopped off the couch and strode over to the balcony doors, peering out into the calm city. “Damn, you’re one lucky bastard. What a view.” He took a long swig of his beer as he surveyed the landscape. “I bet you get to see hundreds of topless girls out on the boats during the summer.” He shook his head and came back to the couch.
“Yeah, lucky bastard, tThat’s me,” I said vacantly, watching him through heavy lids. What I wouldn’t give everyday to be unlucky and have my parents.
On Luke’s way back, he detoured over to a side table picking up the faded brown journal with the crimson bookmark. The bookmark still in the same spot as it had been that night I meant to give it away. He set his beer down in its place and started smacking the journal
Faith wasn’t with me so it still sucked like it did every year. The worst part this time being she was so close yet so far away.
I took a quick look at all the empty beer bottles that were sitting on the counter and thought about tossing them out and then decided who really cared.
I waited in the doorway. When Luke said he had beer that meant he had no free hands, and I didn’t feel like having a permanent hole in my door from his foot.
The elevator opened revealing my friend just like I thought. He had three cases of beer stacked one on top of the other, carrying them with ease. The only part of him that could be seen was the top of his disheveled blonde head and his dark blue eyes peeking over the top box. The man really was a beast.
He was tall and lean, but he had muscle that he kept hidden, it wasn’t about bulk for him.
The most intimidating facet of him, some would say, was his complete tattooed sleeves.
“What the hell, Luke! We’re not having a party.”
“I wanted to make sure we had enough in case anyone else decides to come over.” Luke dropped the cases next to the fridge. When he turned around he saw all the empty bottles sitting next to the sink.
“Looks like you already had a party. Did you forget my invitation?”
“I didn’t have a party,” I grumbled, walking past him and collapsing on the couch. My head flopped backwards in pain. It’s been years since I had a hangover and now I realized how much I didn’t miss them.
“I saw you chasing Faith out of the bar last night. Then not long after Mike and Grace left. George was pissed by the way. It was awesome,” Luke smirked.
“You know Faith?” I managed to pick my head up long enough to look at Luke.
“Yeah, I know Faith.” Luke put the beer he brought away and grabbed the last cold one sitting on the shelf, then he joined me on the couch. “So tell me again how you didn’t have a party if all you guys drank that?” Luke asked.
“I drank that.” I waved a lazy hand in the general direction, keeping my eyes closed. The sun that shone in reminded me of how stupid I had been. Not only was I feeling lousy, but also guilty. The last thing I felt like doing was explaining my past to Luke. The guy was a walking hard on. The only consolation I had to drinking that much was I woke up alone, unlike all the other times.
“There’s at least a case of beer there. I’ve never even seen you drink two in a single hour much less an entire case in a night.” He ran a hand through his messy hair, not making it look any different.
“So how do you know Faith?” A sharp pain shot across my forehead as I said her name. I wanted to get Luke to stop grilling me about the beer. So, like distracting a kitten with some catnip, I waved Luke’s own addictive treat, women.
“We’re friends. I met her at the hospital. Did you get a piece of ass or what? I really want to date her, but she won’t give me the time of day.”
After taking a drink he mumbled behind the bottle, “I knew we shouldn’t have nicknamed you Killer, dammit.”
Luke hopped off the couch and strode over to the balcony doors, peering out into the calm city. “Damn, you’re one lucky bastard. What a view.” He took a long swig of his beer as he surveyed the landscape. “I bet you get to see hundreds of topless girls out on the boats during the summer.” He shook his head and came back to the couch.
“Yeah, lucky bastard, tThat’s me,” I said vacantly, watching him through heavy lids. What I wouldn’t give everyday to be unlucky and have my parents.
On Luke’s way back, he detoured over to a side table picking up the faded brown journal with the crimson bookmark. The bookmark still in the same spot as it had been that night I meant to give it away. He set his beer down in its place and started smacking the journal
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