Page 45 of Euphoria
I laugh. “All you have to do is give Bambi some alcohol and you’ll see that deep down inside she’s a damned female rapper. Pretty sure, if she wasn’t so damned timid and shy, she could be the next Griselda Blanco.”
Bowie whistles. “My black widow.”
“Sounds racially charged,” Jagger teases.
“Bitch…” Bowie looks at Jagger and shakes his head laughing. “If I wasn’t so damned turned on by my girl rapping like she’d really shoot all of us in here, I’d kick your ass.”
“Afraid I’ll snap your little ass in half?” Jagger taunts.
Bowie rolls his eyes but the smile is still evident. “The only way any part of my body is going to break is if I break my dick in half inside of her pussy so fuck off.”
“Idiot,” Jagger says, but he can’t hide his smile. “Don’t be gone so long next time.”
“Are you two going to kiss and make-up or something?” Berke interjects.
“Jagger’s dick only gets hard for Oran.”
Oran snorts and tries not to laugh but the silent fucker knows he’s just as bad as his best friend.
We turn our attention back to Bambi as she’s on her last verse and she turns and shakes her ass like she’s lost her mind. Both Bowie and I stand. Bowie beats me to it as he walks over to the stage and picks her little ass up practically throwing her over his shoulder. Bambi cheers as if she has an audience. Bowie sets her on her feet, and he pulls her on his lap when he sits.
I grab her jaw and pull her face to mine. I kiss the fuck out of her, not caring about anyone there. Bambi kisses me back just as hard. I feel as Bambi is pulled away from me and I know it’s Bowie. He tells her to straddle him and when she does it. He buries his fingers in her curls that are free tonight and kisses her hard. The rest of the table who isn’t aware of our relationship is looking at me like I should do something. I smirk. “Guys, you’re all invited to our wedding,” I wink.
“Another one?” Esme says and I shrug.
“Guess so. We’re going to be known as the damn Island of people who do nothing but have weddings.”
“So like, you’re just going to keep having a conversation like those two are not making out right next to you?” Oran asks.
I see the same look in the ones that are finding out now and are just curious. I shrug again, “it’s a free country plus, the best part is… I can do this.”
I show as I slip my hand into Bambi’s hair and tug. Bowie stops kissing her and I take over. Bambi shudders but doesn’t object as I feel her nails from one of her hands digging deep into my pants.
We all pull away, not wanting things to get hot and heavy while in public. Imala tilts her head like she’s looking at a science experiment, “You’re so… what’s the word?” she asks a shocked but very curious Esme.
“In sync,” she completes Imala’s sentence.
“Yes! That’s it!” Karessa says. “So in-sync.”
Bowie chuckles. “We’ve been on and majorly OFF since high school and now, we’re back on for good.”
“So, the three of you?” Berke asks and I know what he’s asking.
“No, I don’t fuck Bowie and he doesn’t fuck me. We’re not into each other, we’re into her.”
Ainslee whistles. “Damn Bambi, two of them. Shit. Lucky girl.”
Jagger snorts. “Really, pretty baby?”
Ainslee looks up at him and winks.
“Next up is Ainslee, Karessa, Esme, Imala and Bambi doing What’s your Fantasy remix!” The host announces, and everyone focuses on that.
Bambi leans over and kisses me quickly. Then she kisses Bowie, but he doesn’t let her up. “You’re going to have to explain that tattoo on your back.” He says.
She smiles. “I needed a reminder of you two besides this.” She lifts her skirt and shows us the mark I left on her. It’s faded but I can tell someone went over it, making it a tattoo with words circling around her thigh. Love and life without them is meaningless.
“Fuck,” I say.
