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“Mmhm.”
“That was a lot of alcohol for a girl who swears she got drunk off of chocolate liquors once.”
“I think actually I was hypoglycemic.”
Henry shakes his head once. “You weren’t.”
“Could have been—” I shrug but Henry shakes his head again.
“Couldn’t have been.”
“Does he love her?” I ask loudly.
Henry glances over at his brother who’s a few meters away and having an obvious row with his girlfriend, who I think is probably a bitch, because no one gets to growl at him but me.
“No.” He shakes his head.
“Do you love Taura?” I ask equally as loud — loud enough that both Jonah and Taura glance over at us, as I keep going. “It’s okay if you do, you can tell me, I won’t even tell—” then Henry laughs nervously as he clamps his giant paw of a hand over my mouth to silence me.
“What the fuck—” He gives me a ‘shut up’ look. Then he shakes his head and scoffs. “You’re a little wrecking ball tonight, aren’t you? Holy shit,” he tells me as he nods back towards BJ, who’s walking towards us now, with no Jordan in sight. “You good?” Henry nods.
Beej gives Henry a misplaced glare before he sits down next to me. “You’re a fucking pain, Parks.” He sighs as he throws his arm around the chair behind me.
“Where’d she go?” I blink innocently.
“She left.”
“Oh.” I sigh, pretend-sad. “Why?”
“Because we’re having our first ever fight, thanks to you.”
I feel clever and not one bit guilty. He can tell so he digs in more.
“Do you know how hard it is to fight with someone that chilled out? And then three words from you, and it’s fucking bedlam.”
I shrug because I don’t care because now he’s here just for me all to myself.
“Whatever happened to that Bible proverb?” I look between them brightly and Henry shakes his head, confused. “You know the one, um, ‘Always let the sun set on an argument.’”
“Not a proverb.” BJ shakes his head.
“If it was good enough for Jesus—” (“It wasn’t,” Henry clarifies.) “—it’s good enough for me!”
“That actually explains a lot about our last year,” BJ says quietly to his brother, thinking I can’t hear him but I can, except I don’t even know what he means so whatever.
“Well, if you aren’t going to listen to the Bible, just go after her then,” I tell him lightly.
BJ’s eyes pinch at my hollow dare.
“Yeah, Beej—” Henry chides. “Go after her then.”
BJ gives his brother a long look that if I were sober, I’d know was very much about me, but I’m not looking at how BJ’s looking at other people, I’m just looking at his mouth like it’s a piece of steak. Beej nods his chin at Henry. “Why don’t you just fuck off for a little bit, good for nothing.” Henry chuckles and turns to talk to Jonah.
Beej watches after him for a second, I think maybe assessing the level of our aloneness. I wriggle in towards him, tossing a leg over his. He stares at it for a few seconds — maybe counting in his mind all the lines we’re crossing to be how we’re being — then he moves himself in closer to me.
“Why are you this drunk?” he asks me, resting his hands on my legs in a way I don’t think is absentminded.
“You know why.” I frown. “You didn’t come.”
