Jim’s eyes look up at me. “Crusty?”
“Mind ya business,” I reply with a hefty dose of sass. Turning my attention back to Amy, I ask, “Why don’t you just go out by yourself. You don’t need me.”
“I kind of do.”
“And why is that?”
“Two girls going out together is just a couple of friends having some fun. One girl by herself is just sad. It screams desperation.”
“Oh, that is not true!” I cry.
She looks toward Jim, prompting him to chime in. “Totally true. A guy will wonder what’s wrong with you.”
I lift the tattoo gun and point it at him. “Just for that, I’m going to push down extra hard.”
Amy gets my attention again. “I think it’s about time for CrazyLeah to make an appearance.
I know exactly what she’s talking about. I’ve made some less than stellar decisions in my life. And most of them involved liquor. I tend to turn into the life of the party when I’m drinking—normally a little too much so.
“Crazy Leah?” Jim whispers to me.
I lean in. “You don’t want to know.”
He grins. “Oh, I’m sure I do.”
“Not going to happen.”
In the most dramatic fashion, Amy falls to her knees and slaps her hands together to start begging. “Please, Leah! I promise we can keep it low-key. But I really need a night out. I’ll do anything!”
If it was anyone else, I’d probably tell them to fuck off. But Amy practically saved my life. I owe her everything.
“Okay, fine,” I groan. “But nothing too crazy, alright?”
“Of course. How crazy could we possibly get?” She asks.
I don’t reply because she and I both already know the answer to that question far too well.
three
She is Sexy…and a Little Scary
Dylan
“The Big 3-0!” I say, holding up my glass for us all to cheers. “To Adam! Hopefully, your thirties are just as eventful as your twenties!”
He swigs his beer and then laughs. “Let’s hope it settles down a bit.”
Jack, our boss, and the man married to my oldest sister, Liz, chimes in. “Let’s hope so—for all our sakes.”
Jamie, the youngest of the bunch says, “Remember when that crazy girl showed up at the shop because you wouldn’t call her back?”
I laugh. “You told her it was over, and then, she egged your car. That girl was bat shit crazy.”
He grins. “Oh, yeah. But the sex was out of this world.” He gets lost in his thoughts for a second.
I’ve always considered myself a ladies' man, but Adam for sure has me beat. He’s a certified playboy. I don’t see that changing any time soon. I may be getting closer to settling down, but Adam sure as hell isn’t.
Jamie looks around. “Who are you going to try to take home tonight?”