here,” Trevor groaned. “Why not-- I’m going to hell anyway,” he murmured as he lowered his lips slowly toward hers.
“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Royce roared as he ripped Becki out of Trevor’s arms.
Becki wiggled in his grasp, “God! Why do youuu have to k-keep bothering me? Would you just go away and lllleave me alone?” Becki protested as she yanked her arm away from Royce.
He stood for a moment evaluating his options. Option A--beat the shit out of Trevor for touching Becki. Option B--toss her ass over his shoulder and get the hell out of there before trouble arrived.
“Option B, Royce. Option B,” Joanna advised.
You are starting to piss me off! Royce mentally pushed the words at Joanna, knowing she would get the message.
“Go awayyy,” Becki said as she looked around in search of Trevor.
Royce spun Becki around to face him and wrapped his arms around her tightly. “What’s this about Becki? I’ve tried to reach you all afternoon. I thought we were together, a couple. And then I walk in here tonight to find you drunk and hanging all over a war--”
“Royce!” Joanna interjected before he could mess things up even further. Honestly, men in love were so damn stupid!
Royce closed his eyes in frustration and then continued, “We need to go, Becki. We’ll talk on the way home; or maybe tomorrow after you’ve sobered up.”
Trevor stood silently listening intently to the exchange. He would not hesitate to jump to Becki’s defense the moment she needed him. However, it appeared St. John was as tied up in as many knots as Becki was.
“RRRoyce. Leave me alone! I don’t lllike you anymore. Besides, Trevor and I were daancing,” she insisted as she struggled to escape his embrace.
“Actually, we were getting ready to make out,” Trevor taunted pushing the envelope a little… testing St. Johns’ reaction.
“Over my dead and decaying body,” Royce snarled as he weighed those options one more time.
“You will have company in a few minutes. You need to get the hell out of there!” Joanna insisted.
Royce tightened his arms around Becki, “You’re going to feel like shit in the morning. We are going home, Becki. The easy way, or the hard way, it’s up to you,” he said softly in her ear.
‘Home’ Royce had said. Becki stopped struggling immediately.
Finally! Royce breathed a sigh of relief. Royce loosed his grip around her waist and grabbed her hand to tug her toward the door.
Becki stopped suddenly and jerked her hand away from him. He looked at her for the first time since she had stopped struggling to escape him a few moments ago. He was shocked to see tears streaming down her face as she cried silently.
“You listen ttto-- lllisten to m-me--,” she began in a drunken, yet heart-broken growl, “and lllisten good-- you--you-- ttwo-timing, piece of-of shhhit scum-bag. I- I’mmm-- not going h-hoome with youu. I’mm not g-going annnywhhere with y-you.” She was sobbing now, big gulping sobs in between bouts of swearing at him. Tears were streaming nonstop down her face. Fortunately, the loud music helped to prevent her speech from being overheard by most of the patrons. But Royce heard it loud and clear.
“That’s it!” His patience was at an end. They would have to sort this out later.
Suddenly, Becki was lifted off her feet and hanging up-side-down over Royce’s shoulder. She began to scream as she kicked her feet and pounded him on the back with her fists.
Trevor suddenly appeared in front of Royce, blocking his exit.
Cocky son-of-a-bitch. “Stay out of this,” Royce cautioned.
Trevor merely raised one eyebrow, “If you hurt her St. John, you’ll answer to me,” he promised.
After a moment, he stepped aside to let them pass.
Royce hesitated. He wanted nothing more than to kick Trevor’s pompous ass. This was not the time, nor the place. With a sigh, he began moving again. They were almost at the back door. Becki had been mysteriously quiet during the exchange with Trevor. Maybe she had passed out.
As they passed Trevor, Becki suddenly realized Royce was actually going to walk out the back door with her slung over his shoulder. Even in her drunkest state, that was not going to happen! She had started to lose her buzz anyway.
Becki spied Trevor and decided to enlist his help, “Trevor, make him stop. Trev-- tell him I’m not g-going with himm.” Ok, so maybe she was still buzzed, but she was not leaving with that two-timing slug, especially not hoisted over his shoulder! It