Then again…I wasn’t invited to join in whateverTitaniclevel of misery adventure they escaped to this morning – I wasn’t even told what it was in regard to– so maybe I shouldn’t feel compelled to aid in cataloging the wreckage from it.
Come to think of it.
Maybe I’ll create more.
Afterall, where’s the fun of the surf if there aren’t any big waves to catch?
Crossing one ankle over the other in the bar stool seats I’m occupying in the turquoise and marble kitchen occurs at the same time I poke, “Crabs got your tongues?”
Zero lets the corner of his mouth twitch upward indicatinghe’snot the one in a shit mood.
Meaning he’s likely the one who put the big, bad, attorney in a shit mood.
Meaning Garcia is the oyster to poke.
I just gotta find the right fork.
Don’t feel like doing it with my finger.
“Hungry?”There’s no ignoring the uncomfortable glance he shoots the other male in the room, an action that prompts me to taunt, “Horny?”
Shades of red burst through each of their complexions in tandem, yet only one appears to be embarrassed.
And I gotta admit.
I’m not surprised.
Wish I was.
Not quite to my fairy goddess shit but still.
It’d be nice to see him behave a bitdifferentlythan everyone else my sperm donor goes booze cruising with.
“Ohhhhh,” my bottom lip pokes outward in a fake pouting fashion, “did I missshrimpon the barbie for brunch?”
“My dick isn’t that small!”Zero immediately proclaims, offense undeniably apparent in his pitch.
“Is his?” I salaciously torment while toying with the end of one springy curl.
“Idontknow,” hastily leaves the younger man’s mouth, “we didn’t get to swit-”
“I’m drinking this,” Garcia gruffly announces as he swipes the unopened bottle of tequila near the stove.“Alone.” Tugging harshly at his lapel begins during his retreat backwards out of the space that has a little too much wicker for my liking.“En otra parte.”
“I don’t speak Spanish,” is sassily stated in his direction, glare equal parts snarky and saucy.
“It means elsewhere,” Zero sullenly translates, shoulders falling to the floor.
Rolling my eyes is thoughtlessly done.“And thank you for the lesson, Diego.”
“Zero.”
“Seriously?”Not sneering isn’t an option.“You don’t getthatreference either?”The innocent shaking of his head leads me to grumping, “You’re lucky you’re hung.”
Another round of crimson coats his cheeks at the same time he airily croaks, “Howdoyou-”
“The look on Moby-Prick’s face when I tried to imply otherwise.”
Hope briefly flutters through his gaze convincing me to do somethingslightlyout of my cyclone like nature.
