Page 50 of Vicious Cycle
“Yes, you do.”
“I’m thirsty,” she absentmindedly announced. One of our out of town members, Tony, handed her a beer. “Thank you,” she replied sweetly. She then proceeded to down the thing in a series of big gulps and then sucked down another one that was placed in her eager hands.
“I don’t think that was a good idea.” Now that she was off the bar, she began to sway a little. Grabbing her shoulders, Isteadied her. “Okay, I think it’s officially time for you to go to bed.”
Alex swatted my hands away from her. “Don’t be a party pooper,” she slurred. Glancing over her shoulder, she cried, “More shots!”
While Rev chuckled at her enthusiasm, a fast beat song came on the jukebox, and Alex scrambled to climb up on the bar again. “Get down.”
“But I wanna dance again.”
After her beer, she could barely walk, least of all dance. When I tightened my arms around her waist, she twisted around and then shoved me as hard as a drunk girl her size could. After I didn’t budge, she sent a stinging smack across my face. “Get off me!”
“I do that, and you’re going to end up on the floor.”
Jerking her chin up at me, she shrieked, “You’re an asshole!”
“And you’re a mean little drunk,” I mused, my cheek still stinging.
Alex’s brows furrowed. “Am I really a mean drunk?”
“Considering you just slapped me, I would have to say yes.”
She gasped. “Oh my God, I’m a horrible person.”
“And a mean drunk,” I teased. When her chin trembled, I groaned. “Now don’t go making yourself a ‘crying drunk’ too,” I warned.
After sniffling, she said, “I’m sorry I slapped you, Deacon.”
“It’s okay. I’m man enough to take it.”
When she peered up at me, she frowned. Closing her eyes, she shook her head. After she opened them again, she looked like she was staring past me. “You two don’t hate me, do you?”
I glanced left and right. There was only Alex and me standing there. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Her finger waved between me and the empty spot beside me. “You and him.”
“Jesus, now you’re seeing double?”
She hiccupped. “Maybe.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, you’re really going to bed now.” Taking her by the arm, I started leading her toward the bedrooms.
“Goodnight, Alex!” came a chorus of male voices.
“Night, boys!” she called over her shoulder.
As we started down the hall, she gazed up at me. “You know, I really like your boyfriends…I mean, brothers. Bikers are pretty cool.”
“I’m glad you think so,” I mused.
When we got inside my clubhouse room, Alex gazed around. “I was expecting something different.”
“Like what?”
“Lots of black leather, some fur furniture, and lots of mirrors.”
I laughed. “Well, there’s that one,” I said, motioning to the ceiling.
