together,
okay? And that means no relatives!”
Onyx
stared at her lover as Molly turned off the car. “Wait, really?”
Molly
looked up at her and shrugged. “Do you want to?”
“I
don’t… I don’t know. I mean I never really thought about it.”
“You
thought about my uncle enough, you sick-minded tramp,” Molly smirked.
“Well,
yeah, but I didn’t really—I mean he’s got eleven years on me, right? I mean…
wait, are you serious?”
Molly
sighed, slipped a hand up around Onyx’s neck and brought her in for a soft,
reassuring kiss. “We can talk about it later. You’ve never gone all the way
with a guy and I know you’re still curious. I’m open to pretty much anything
that doesn’t ever involve letting you go. Or my uncle. Ew.”
Onyx
was floored. “Wow.”
“Later
though, okay? We’ve got a birthday therapy thing,” Molly said, nodding toward
the bar.
“Yeah,”
Onyx agreed sweetly. She shouldered her purse and exited the car along with
Molly, taking her lover’s hand as they walked up the residential street to the
bar at the corner. She gave it an affectionate, meaningful squeeze as they
walked in silence.
Molly
smiled and enjoyed the moment.
“Seriously,
I bet he’s just like a sleek jungle cat—”
“Oh,
God.”
“—and
all you can do is just lay there under him and take it and love it.”
“You
are not allowed to fuck my thirty-two-year-old uncle.”
“I’m
not gonna! I’m just saying somebody should.”
“Onyx,
you do realize that he’s a complete goofball, right?”
The
younger partner shrugged as Molly reached for the big brass Chinese dragon
handles on the heavy wooden door. “That could be sexy,” she countered. Then she
heard the music, and what technically passed for singing.
“I
said you’ll pay for this mischief,
“Oh,
in this world, or the next.
“Oh,
then he fixed me with a freezing glance,
“And
the hellfires raged in his eyes…”
Onyx
looked on at the full-grown adult on the karaoke stage throwing goat horns as
he wailed into the mic without the least concern for dignity. He even wore a
fake ‘80s hair metal wig. “I’m gonna quote you on that later,” Molly warned.
“He
said, ‘you wanna know the truth son?
“‘Lord,
I’ll tell you the truth!
“‘Your
soul’s gonna burn in a lake of fiii-eyaaaaahh!’”
“Um.”
Onyx struggled for words as Kevin straddled the mic stand. “He’s more or less
in tune.” Then she winced. “Mostly.”
* * *
“You
missed my first number,” Kevin said, hugging Molly tightly as he joined her and
Onyx at the bar.
“I
did? What was it?”
“ Wanted
Dead or Alive .”
“I’m
amazed anyone else is still here,” Molly chuckled.
“Hi,
Onyx,” he grinned, releasing his niece.
“Happy
birthday, Kevin,” smiled Onyx. Her porcelain skin rarely betrayed any shyness
or embarrassment, but now she blushed uncontrollably. The two hesitated as if
unsure of whether a hug was appropriate or not, and after a nudge behind the
back from Molly, he went for it anyway. Onyx’s eyes went wide over his shoulder
as his arms briefly came around her.
“Can
I buy either of you a drink? Uh. You can drink, right?” he asked Onyx.
“About
two months now,” she confirmed. “But it’s your birthday. We were coming to buy
you a couple.”
“Sounded
like you might need it, Officer Murray,” added Molly.
“You
already heard?”
“Yeah.
First a little news blurb, then I started digging. Wound up putting two and two
together,” Molly explained. They took up seats at the bar. Molly noted that
Onyx put Kevin in the middle rather than leaving it to Molly, but gave it no
more than an amused, accusing eyebrow.
“Right,
so, the Kung Pao here is pretty good,” Kevin said in a deliberate shift of
topic. He held the menu out to his niece and another to her girlfriend. “The
fried rice is a total waste, though. Crab Rangoon’s okay.”
“Kevin.
Tell
okay? And that means no relatives!”
Onyx
stared at her lover as Molly turned off the car. “Wait, really?”
Molly
looked up at her and shrugged. “Do you want to?”
“I
don’t… I don’t know. I mean I never really thought about it.”
“You
thought about my uncle enough, you sick-minded tramp,” Molly smirked.
“Well,
yeah, but I didn’t really—I mean he’s got eleven years on me, right? I mean…
wait, are you serious?”
Molly
sighed, slipped a hand up around Onyx’s neck and brought her in for a soft,
reassuring kiss. “We can talk about it later. You’ve never gone all the way
with a guy and I know you’re still curious. I’m open to pretty much anything
that doesn’t ever involve letting you go. Or my uncle. Ew.”
Onyx
was floored. “Wow.”
“Later
though, okay? We’ve got a birthday therapy thing,” Molly said, nodding toward
the bar.
“Yeah,”
Onyx agreed sweetly. She shouldered her purse and exited the car along with
Molly, taking her lover’s hand as they walked up the residential street to the
bar at the corner. She gave it an affectionate, meaningful squeeze as they
walked in silence.
Molly
smiled and enjoyed the moment.
“Seriously,
I bet he’s just like a sleek jungle cat—”
“Oh,
God.”
“—and
all you can do is just lay there under him and take it and love it.”
“You
are not allowed to fuck my thirty-two-year-old uncle.”
“I’m
not gonna! I’m just saying somebody should.”
“Onyx,
you do realize that he’s a complete goofball, right?”
The
younger partner shrugged as Molly reached for the big brass Chinese dragon
handles on the heavy wooden door. “That could be sexy,” she countered. Then she
heard the music, and what technically passed for singing.
“I
said you’ll pay for this mischief,
“Oh,
in this world, or the next.
“Oh,
then he fixed me with a freezing glance,
“And
the hellfires raged in his eyes…”
Onyx
looked on at the full-grown adult on the karaoke stage throwing goat horns as
he wailed into the mic without the least concern for dignity. He even wore a
fake ‘80s hair metal wig. “I’m gonna quote you on that later,” Molly warned.
“He
said, ‘you wanna know the truth son?
“‘Lord,
I’ll tell you the truth!
“‘Your
soul’s gonna burn in a lake of fiii-eyaaaaahh!’”
“Um.”
Onyx struggled for words as Kevin straddled the mic stand. “He’s more or less
in tune.” Then she winced. “Mostly.”
* * *
“You
missed my first number,” Kevin said, hugging Molly tightly as he joined her and
Onyx at the bar.
“I
did? What was it?”
“ Wanted
Dead or Alive .”
“I’m
amazed anyone else is still here,” Molly chuckled.
“Hi,
Onyx,” he grinned, releasing his niece.
“Happy
birthday, Kevin,” smiled Onyx. Her porcelain skin rarely betrayed any shyness
or embarrassment, but now she blushed uncontrollably. The two hesitated as if
unsure of whether a hug was appropriate or not, and after a nudge behind the
back from Molly, he went for it anyway. Onyx’s eyes went wide over his shoulder
as his arms briefly came around her.
“Can
I buy either of you a drink? Uh. You can drink, right?” he asked Onyx.
“About
two months now,” she confirmed. “But it’s your birthday. We were coming to buy
you a couple.”
“Sounded
like you might need it, Officer Murray,” added Molly.
“You
already heard?”
“Yeah.
First a little news blurb, then I started digging. Wound up putting two and two
together,” Molly explained. They took up seats at the bar. Molly noted that
Onyx put Kevin in the middle rather than leaving it to Molly, but gave it no
more than an amused, accusing eyebrow.
“Right,
so, the Kung Pao here is pretty good,” Kevin said in a deliberate shift of
topic. He held the menu out to his niece and another to her girlfriend. “The
fried rice is a total waste, though. Crab Rangoon’s okay.”
“Kevin.
Tell
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