Page 29 of Dravin
“I am. I’m a grown adult and I can make that choice for myself. Everyone else here is drinking and having fun. You wanted me to come, so let me blend in.” Her smirk turns coy. “Sure you don’t want one?”
“No.”
“Afraid I’ll drug it?”
“No.”
“Put laxatives in it?” She absorbs my incredulous expression. “As funny as seeing you shit your pants would be, I would never do that.” She motions to the machine, “I still have a few balls left. Don’t let anyone play it and if it’s going to time out, use them up.”
She leaves me behind like some kind of little dog, told to sit and stay. I can literally feel my eye starting to twitch with annoyance.
The twitch goes double time when two of the club women approach me. Not old ladies either. The unattached kind of women. They’re both bleached blondes with voluptuous bodies and tight outfits, one in a pink dress that is cut low and high in the wrong order, the other in a slashed up black tank and a black micro-mini skirt.
“Hey Dravin,” Cammi drawls, drawing out my name.
At least, I think she’s Cammi. I’m sure the other is Steph. Then again, I’m not sure at all.
“Are you playing pinball?” Steph asks, twirling a strand of hair coyly around her finger. I’m sure she meant the action to look seductive, but to me it just looks stupid.
They’re both nice enough and I don’t want to be rude, but my rule has always been to draw the least amount of attention to myself by any means possible.
“I’m not. My sister’s using that machine. I told her I’d guard her balls.”
They both giggle so loudly that Kael turns around at the bar. Her gaze is like a laser, zeroing in on me with a finely honed scope. Her eyes narrow and her lips thin out. The next instant, she’s giving me the stink eye from hell. Right. She’s annoyed by my presence and annoyed when I remove it.
My being polite now gives the wrong impression. It only encourages Steph and Cammi to lean in, so their perfume nearly chokes me. They start giggling about bikes and the club, asking me if I’m heading back there after and what time I’m leaving.
“We’re good at guarding balls,” Steph says.
“Have you ever had two at once,” Cammi asks boldly, loud enough for half the place to hear.
I know for certain that one person in particular hears.
I watch her turn to Patti and shake her head like she’s changing her drink order. Within a few seconds, Patti has a tray out and several shot glasses lined up. She takes down a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar and fills the glasses, arranging them neatly on the tray. Kael pays her, even though her tab would be added to mine and covered by the club. She turns around with that tray, walks two feet from the bar, locks eyes with me while Cammi starts listing all the ways she can make sure I’m not lonely tonight and Steph nods her head emphatically to each point.
Kael lifts the first shooter and tosses it back. She doesn’t even wince.
“I have virtually no gag reflex…”
She picks up the second and the third so fast, knocking them back one after the other. At least there’s a small crinkle of her nose as she slams back the third.
“I really, really love anal. Like… a lot.”
This can’t be real.
The fourth shot quickly disappears down Kael’s throat. Her red lipstick doesn’t smudge off on any of those little glasses.
“If you’re into watching, we’d be happy to go down… on each other.”
The fifth shot goes back like Kael doesn’t even taste it by now.
“I love eating pussy as much as I love taking a cock. In any way.”
The sixth and seventh are pounded back and she reaches for the eighth and last glass. Patti must have assumed Kael was ordering a round for a table or a group.
“Sorry, I have to go.” I break away from the women and rush over to the woman who is trying to provoke me out of my mind.
I’m clearly far shittier at trying to comprehend anything going through this woman’s mind than I previously thought. First, she scorns my company, makes a production out of ignoring me, and then actively tries to draw my attention and annoyance by giving herself alcohol poisoning.
