three-way cat fight!” Clark yelled from the couch.
Flynn was glaring at him holding his head and said, “Dude, keep your voice down, my head is still pounding!”
I looked at Melanie and asked, “What’s he talking about?” but kind of knew from our days in college. If you messed with her friends, she was out for blood!
“She was being a bitch, saying it was Z’s fault she was taking it from another guy, so I was pretty pissed,” Melanie said raising her voice. I noticed Flynn cringing and closing his eyes.
“What’s wrong with Flynn?” I asked looking over at him.
Melanie answered, “Oh, he went to help Z forget the bitch last night. Beer and Jack Daniels.” She changed the subject. “So, we were thinking about heading out to a bar and watching some football, are you in?”
“Yeah, that sounds great,” I replied. Clark stood up, “I’m in too! Come on Flynn, let’s head out. I need a wingman.”
“Uhhh, no I can’t. I’m just going to hang back and crash. You guys go on ahead.” Flynn was really cringing with pain.
“Okay, let’s go. Feel better Flynn!” Melanie waved as we went to the door.
Clark threw his arms around both of us and said, “Oh yeah, two hot chicks! This will be a great night!” We just shook our heads and giggled. He’s too much!
Clark, Melanie and I walked a couple of blocks to a small sports bar. It was nice – old dark wood and the walls were exposed brick. TVs were lined all over the walls and different sports were playing on each of them. We took seats at the bar and ordered beer. I took a swig of my favorite beer – Amberbock. Mmm…I must have looked like I was in heaven because I couldn’t stop smiling as I drank.
Melanie noticed. “You okay? You look like you’re about to come!” She teased me.
Clark perked up. “That’s all it takes?” He asked leaning in front of Melanie to get a better look at me.
I laughed, “I haven’t had one in two years! Leave me alone!”
Melanie gave me a weird look and chuckled. “What, you haven’t ordered your favorite beer in two years?”
“No,” I blurted out the rest laughing at the same time, “I haven’t had ANY beer in two years!”
“That doesn’t make sense. You love beer. What have you had to drink? Wine? Rich COCKtails?” Melanie said jokingly, (enunciating the “cock” in cocktails) but also with her eyes scrunched up and a bit serious.
I took another long drink from my beer. “Mmmmm.” I moaned again and exhaled. “Yeah. HE never allowed me to have any beer and any wine I had HE limited to make sure it didn’t mess with my calorie count.” I exclaimed while laughing not thinking that was weird to anyone else. I think the beer put me in a dreamy state and I felt like I couldn’t stop talking. “Of course, one time at a party, I went into the kitchen to get away for a minute and found a beer on the counter. I downed it and HE smelled it on my breath and boy, there was punishment for that!” I blurted out giggling while I said it, but then stopped, realizing that Clark and Melanie were staring at me like I was nuts. And …I am. Oh my God. Why did I just tell them all that?
“Punishment how?” Melanie asked, eyeing me like I was a crazy person and of course I am a crazy person because who gets punished for drinking a beer?
I took another swig and waved her off. “Just ignore me; I’m just babbling.” I was hoping that might stop her questioning me.
Melanie eyed me and whispered, “We’re not done with this conversation!”
“I know, I know.” I exhaled.
“No, we’re not done! I want to hear this shit! Like what kind of punishment? Was he like spanking and whipping you and shit?” Clark was animated as he said that and smiling huge.
I swallowed and whispered, “I need to use the bathroom.” I got up and practically ran to the bathroom.
I spent about five minutes in there before Melanie came in. She knocked on the stall and called out “Iz?”
“Yeah,” I
Flynn was glaring at him holding his head and said, “Dude, keep your voice down, my head is still pounding!”
I looked at Melanie and asked, “What’s he talking about?” but kind of knew from our days in college. If you messed with her friends, she was out for blood!
“She was being a bitch, saying it was Z’s fault she was taking it from another guy, so I was pretty pissed,” Melanie said raising her voice. I noticed Flynn cringing and closing his eyes.
“What’s wrong with Flynn?” I asked looking over at him.
Melanie answered, “Oh, he went to help Z forget the bitch last night. Beer and Jack Daniels.” She changed the subject. “So, we were thinking about heading out to a bar and watching some football, are you in?”
“Yeah, that sounds great,” I replied. Clark stood up, “I’m in too! Come on Flynn, let’s head out. I need a wingman.”
“Uhhh, no I can’t. I’m just going to hang back and crash. You guys go on ahead.” Flynn was really cringing with pain.
“Okay, let’s go. Feel better Flynn!” Melanie waved as we went to the door.
Clark threw his arms around both of us and said, “Oh yeah, two hot chicks! This will be a great night!” We just shook our heads and giggled. He’s too much!
Clark, Melanie and I walked a couple of blocks to a small sports bar. It was nice – old dark wood and the walls were exposed brick. TVs were lined all over the walls and different sports were playing on each of them. We took seats at the bar and ordered beer. I took a swig of my favorite beer – Amberbock. Mmm…I must have looked like I was in heaven because I couldn’t stop smiling as I drank.
Melanie noticed. “You okay? You look like you’re about to come!” She teased me.
Clark perked up. “That’s all it takes?” He asked leaning in front of Melanie to get a better look at me.
I laughed, “I haven’t had one in two years! Leave me alone!”
Melanie gave me a weird look and chuckled. “What, you haven’t ordered your favorite beer in two years?”
“No,” I blurted out the rest laughing at the same time, “I haven’t had ANY beer in two years!”
“That doesn’t make sense. You love beer. What have you had to drink? Wine? Rich COCKtails?” Melanie said jokingly, (enunciating the “cock” in cocktails) but also with her eyes scrunched up and a bit serious.
I took another long drink from my beer. “Mmmmm.” I moaned again and exhaled. “Yeah. HE never allowed me to have any beer and any wine I had HE limited to make sure it didn’t mess with my calorie count.” I exclaimed while laughing not thinking that was weird to anyone else. I think the beer put me in a dreamy state and I felt like I couldn’t stop talking. “Of course, one time at a party, I went into the kitchen to get away for a minute and found a beer on the counter. I downed it and HE smelled it on my breath and boy, there was punishment for that!” I blurted out giggling while I said it, but then stopped, realizing that Clark and Melanie were staring at me like I was nuts. And …I am. Oh my God. Why did I just tell them all that?
“Punishment how?” Melanie asked, eyeing me like I was a crazy person and of course I am a crazy person because who gets punished for drinking a beer?
I took another swig and waved her off. “Just ignore me; I’m just babbling.” I was hoping that might stop her questioning me.
Melanie eyed me and whispered, “We’re not done with this conversation!”
“I know, I know.” I exhaled.
“No, we’re not done! I want to hear this shit! Like what kind of punishment? Was he like spanking and whipping you and shit?” Clark was animated as he said that and smiling huge.
I swallowed and whispered, “I need to use the bathroom.” I got up and practically ran to the bathroom.
I spent about five minutes in there before Melanie came in. She knocked on the stall and called out “Iz?”
“Yeah,” I
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