He burst out laughing and I glared at him while he did but I multitasked, glaring while taking another bite of donut and sucking back another sip of coffee.
He stopped laughing and trained his eyes on me. “Have a good night?”
“No. I lost two hundred dollars playing pool.”
“Meet your match?”
“No. I suck at pool. Fuck drunk texting. Drunk pool betting is where your shit will get burned.”
That got me a full blown smile before he asked, “Where’s your ‘Vette?”
“A parking lot outside The X, hopefully resting easy under the benevolent eye of the Kickass Car God.”
“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” he reassured me.
I took another huge bite of donut, chewed twice and said through partially chewed dough, “I hope so.” More chewing then, “She isn’t, I’ll curl up in the closet and I swear, I won’t come out for a week.” More chewing, I swallowed then, “And, just saying, I’ll take my gun with me and if you open the door for any purpose other than to toss in food and beer, I’ll shoot you.”
Through another grin, he muttered, “I’ll take that under advisement.”
“Don’t think I’m joking.”
He kept grinning.
Then his grin faded before he asked, “How’d you get home?”
“Don’t know. Ride for a blowjob. I think he was blond though.”
His anger instantly started slithering through the room.
“Don’t play with me,” he whispered. “You think my ass didn’t wait for yours to get home?” he asked and before I could answer, he went on. “She was a redhead, way too much makeup and you both giggled your way all the way up to the door. Though she was giggling like a lunatic, she walked straight back to her car so she wasn’t loaded, like you.”
“She wasn’t a she, she was a he.”
“She had way more tits and ass than you.”
“Foam rubber, Creed. The X is a g*y bar. She’s a drag queen. Her name is Uqueesha.”
The Creed anger snake retreated and his brows shot up.
“That bitch was a dude?”
I nodded. “That bitch was a dude.”
“Fuck, didn’t call that,” he muttered.
“Maybe Grandpa needs his eyes checked,” I muttered back and those eyes that I insinuated needed checked narrowed on me.
I took another bite of donut and grinned big through dough.
He took a bite of his and chased it with coffee.
Then before I could stop it, right after I swallowed, I asked, “You waited for me to get home?”
He said nothing, just looked at me.
Suddenly, standing at the bar to my kitchen, it felt weirdly like the sun was shining warm down on me.
Creed twisted his neck and looked at the microwave before his eyes came back to me and he said quietly, “Got ten minutes to go time for next door, baby.”