wait too long,” she says with a little flip of her hair, turning around and strutting meaningfully to the other side of the bar. I groan and slap Trent on the back of the head.
“Hey!” he snaps.
“Just punishing you for our friendship,” I remark. “If you hadn’t spoken to me all those years ago, I’d have her on her back with her tits in my mouth, my dick—”
“God almighty, stop. We get it. We really, really get it,” Trent says while covering his eyes.
Quince chimes in with a similar sentiment. “My brain feels burned from the imagery I won’t be able to unsee.”
“You guys should be thankful!” I shout. “Now you can visualize Sally while you’re fucking the women you’ve been fucking over and over again. Mix it up a little bit.”
“Fuck that,” Trent snaps. “I don’t need to visualize anyone else but Greer.”
Quince nods enthusiastically. “Same.”
I raise my eyebrows, and he rolls his eyes. “But with Emory, you asshole.”
“Right,” I say through a snort. “I’m sure it’s not getting stale fucking in the missionary position with the lights off at all.”
“Isn’t this getting old? I mean, aren’t you tired, man? All the flirting, all the work, all the different women?” Quince asks, and I squint.
“Getting old?” I ask incredulously. “Fuck no. I think maybe you’re getting old.”
“I see you’re going full-on dickhead tonight.” Quince’s smile fades as he grabs his beer from the bar and takes a swig. “I think maybe it’s time for me to head home.”
“Oh, come on,” I say. “Are you really upset over that? Jesus, Quince, you need to toughen up.”
Trent pins me with a hard glare and a promise to hit me square in the nuts if I don’t shut the fuck up.
I shrug and pick up my rum and Coke for another pull. I probably shouldn’t be so hard on the guy. He’s good-natured to a fault and gives the benefit of the doubt to everyone. I must sound like a real asshole to get him this upset, but I just can’t seem to find it in me to care. They’re always on my ass to change my ways, to give in to the pressure of a one-woman ride for the rest of my life. I’d go crazy if I didn’t push back every once in a while.
“You just don’t understand, man,” Trent tells me before elbowing Quince to get his attention so he can speak to him. “Cap doesn’t understand what it’s like to have what you have with Emory or what I have with Greer. You know that. You remember how you felt before you met the one, right?”
Quince nods, his signature smile returning a little. “I guess so.”
“One day,” Trent professes, “he’s gonna find a woman who turns his life upside down, and we won’t have to listen to all of his bullshit anymore.”
I scoff and snort. They’re going to be waiting a long damn time if they really believe that.
“There’s a woman out there who’ll be his match.” Trent blathers the fuck on like he actually knows me better than I know myself. “Who’ll show him the way and fuck his shit up so bad, he’ll have to come to us for advice to get out of it. And goddamn, Quince, I can’t wait for it.”
I roll my eyes.
Quince smiles full out now, the goofy grin I know so well shining so brightly it eats through his face all the way to his ears. “Man, I can’t wait to meet her and watch Cap fall right on his ass.”
Trent laughs. “Right?”
“Whatever, guys. All this love-sick bullshit is really starting to eat away at your brain cells.”
“Trust us, dude,” Trent says. “It’s coming. And I wouldn’t be surprised if it happens even sooner than you think.”
I shake my head and shove off of my stool, grabbing my wallet from my pocket and tossing cash on the bar, and I give both of the naïve assholes slaps on the back.
“Have fun with your fantasies, guys,” I remark. “I’m gonna go have some fun with a woman.”
Trent’s smirk is almost as convincing as mine as he turns from the bar just enough to slap me on the back. “Sounds good in theory, buddy, but I know the reality.”
I lift an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
“Quince and I know we’re going home to a warm woman. You have to find one first.”
I don’t bother sticking around to prove him wrong, and instead, scan the women on the way out of the bar.