“One sec. I need to call him and figure out what the hell.”
Oh boy. I pray there isn’t trouble in paradise, because I know Tansy can sometimes get fixated on her boyfriend slash ex-boyfriend slash fuck buddy. I’m still not sure.
What I do know is that I was looking forward to a fun weekend with my favorite cousin, especially after my dreadful interview this morning. Holy shit did that suck.
I watch the Bruins game as I wait for Tansy. Neither of the two bartenders comes to take my order, which is probably a good thing because my cousin stomps back in a huff.
“You won’t believe this,” she announces. “The stupid idiot got the bars mixed up. He’s at the Frog and Fox near Fenway. We’re at the Fox and Fiddle.”
“Why does every bar in this city have the word fox in it?”
“I know, right? And I can’t even be too mad at him, because it’s an honest mistake.” She blows out an aggravated breath. “Anyway, he’s there with a bunch of friends and he doesn’t want to move his whole group over here when you and I can just hop in a cab and be there in ten minutes.”
“He has a point.”
“You don’t mind leaving?”
“Nope.” I ease away from the bar. “Let me hit the ladies’ before we go.”
“Cool. I’ll order the car. Meet you outside?”
“Sounds good.”
Tansy exits the pub, while I amble toward the restrooms. Despite the Friday-night crowd, there’s no line for the ladies’ room. I walk in to find two girls in front of the mirror, chatting loudly as they fix their makeup. I nod in greeting and duck into a stall.
“If you want to go to the Dime, then let’s go to the Dime,” one of the girls is saying.
“I told you, I don’t want to.”
“Are you sure? Because you keep blabbering on about Jake Connelly and his amazing tongue.”
I freeze. I swear my pee stops midstream like some sort of magic trick.
“We’ve got nowhere else to be tonight,” the first chick says. “Let’s just hit the Dime so you can see him. Maybe you guys will hook up again…”
“Unlikely. Connelly doesn’t do repeats.” The second chick sounds dejected. “Going there is pointless.”
“You never know. You said he had a good time, right?”
“He was getting a BJ. Of course he had a good time.”
I press my lips together to fight a smile. Aw, listen to that. Jakey got some the other night. Good for him.
Except then I remember the stunt he pulled with McCarthy, and I’m no longer smiling. I quickly resume peeing, eager to leave the bathroom so I don’t have to listen to this shit anymore.
A wistful sigh echoes from beyond the stall. “You have no idea how hot it was.”
“Actually, I do. Because you can’t shut up about it.”
“He’s such a good kisser. And when he went down on me, he did this thing with his tongue, like…I can’t even describe it. It was sort of like…a kiss and a swirl.”
Discomfort forms in my gut. I’ve had my share of dirty conversations with my girlfriends, but these chicks are going into a lot of detail. And they know they’re not alone in the bathroom. They saw me come in.
“I’m surprised he returned the favor. Guys that good-looking don’t usually give a shit if the girl gets off. A lot of them would take the blowjob and bail.”
I flush the toilet and noisily exit the stall. “’Scuse me, need to get in here,” I say airily, gesturing to the sinks.
They step aside but keep talking. “Well, he wasn’t like that at all,” Jake’s chick assures her friend. “He wanted to get me off.”
This time, I pay closer attention to their appearance. The friend is a tall brunette. The one Jake hooked up with is short, with auburn curls, huge boobs, and enormous brown eyes, resembling a very sexy deer.
Is that Connelly’s type? Hot Bambi?
“Then let’s go to the Dime,” the brunette insists.
Hot Bambi bites her lower lip. “I don’t know. I’d feel weird showing up at his favorite bar. I mean, we hooked up four days ago. He probably doesn’t even remember me.”
I run my soapy hands under the hot water. Four days and she’s concerned he’s already forgotten about her? Is that how little she thinks of herself? Maybe I ought to chime in and advise her not to bother tracking him down. Jake would eat someone like her alive.
“Fine, I guess we’re staying here,” the friend says on their way out. “We