Page 8 of Sebastian's Baby

“Hi, can we get a pool table near the back if possible?” I ask the guy behind the desk.

“Uh, sure. You might have to wait for a bit, though?”

“That’s fine. Can we get some drinks while we wait?” The guy nods, and I turn to my friends. “What do you want to drink?”

We get beers, but Lita and Becky ask for pre-mixed vodka drinks. We take our drinks to the side of the bar area and set them on a tall table that we stand around.

Lita takes a sip of her drink, and I nod at it while raising an eyebrow at her. “Too precious to drink beer, princess?”

“Not at all,” she says with a melodic laugh. “I’m more than happy to drink beer normally, but once I’ve started a night on spirits, I know better than to switch over. I’ve never had a hangover before, and I don’t intend to start tonight!”

I’m not entirely sure I’ve heard her correctly, and Hayden seems just as surprised when he asks, “You’veneverhad a hangover?”

“Never.” She shrugs.

“Can confirm.” Becky grins at us. “I’ve been vomiting my guts up after drinking half as much as Lita, and she’s been chipper as a jaybird the next morning.”

“Wow, must be a nice life,” Gabriel laughs.

“It’s my super-average superpower.” Lita smiles at him.

“I don’t know”—I raise my eyebrows in surprise at her—“never getting a hangover seems like a more than super-average superpower, princess.”

“Ah, that’s because you don’t know the trade-off.” She looks into my eyes with a serious look on her face, and I hate the effect it has on me. I have to force myself to pay attention to what she’s saying. “Have you ever gotten drunk and donereallystupid stuff you don’t remember the next day?”

I smirk at Gabriel because the memory of his shitty golf game is the first thing that comes to my mind, amongst a thousand other dumb things we’ve done while trashed. We had to fill in the blanks for Gabriel on how he puked in the bushes on the fifteenth hole but insisted on finishing the game.

I turn back to look at Lita. “Yes, of course.”

“Well, I haven’t.”

I stare at her for a second. Shehasn’t?! Well, there’s a first for everything, I guess.

I grin at her, “You’ve never gotten so drunk that you’ve done dumb shit? By all means, you should definitely drink another after this one!”

“Oh, no, you’re mistaken, Sebastian Fox,” she laughs. “I’vecertainlydrunk so much that I’ve done dumb shit. I just remember it all. Every. Single. Second.”

My mouth drops open, and I stare at her. Nope. I would hate that.

“Yup, there we go. Super-average superpower. I don’t have a hangover, but I can, with perfect clarity, run through every dumbass thing I did the night before.”

Hayden says, “I think I’d probably rather be hanging out with my head over a toilet bowl, to be honest!”

“I bet you never thought you’d appreciate getting a hangover, huh,” Becky laughs at him.

“Hangovers: life’s reward for stupidity,” Harrison says as the guy from the desk walks over and tells me our table is ready.

I carry the pool balls to our table and begin racking them up as I look at our group. “Who’s going to play me first?”

I’m hoping that Lita will play me, but she remains silent. Unsurprisingly, it's Hayden who answers. “I’ll go first.”

“You can break, then,” I smirk at him.

“Gee, thanks. How very generous of you,” he laughs.

I stand back from the table and gesture widely at it. “It’s all yours, my friend.”

I head over to the cues in the rack on the wall and look for the best one while Hayden picks one from a rack near him. None of the cues are particularly great, and I frown at them. I could go buy one from the counter to use, but it would probably be of lesser quality than the ones I have at home, anyway, so I don’t really have a use for it.

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