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“Add a basket of wings. No, two. And some cheesy tots.” I glance at Dex. “You hungry?”
Dex’s mouth twitches. “I could eat.”
“Two barn burgers with everything, as well. Food’s on my tab, thanks.”
Okay, I just ate pizza at Mac’s, but it’s either eat, work out, or fuck away this tension. As I’m at a bar, I go with the only feasible option.
I sit back and watch the show that’s turned Dex into a social zombie. Well, more of a social zombie. Truth is, astrophysics isn’t my sweet spot, not like quantum mechanics, but I still find it fascinating. Silence falls as we listen to scientists explain the mysteries of space on a simplified level.
At my side, the waitress is all but hovering. I’m about to ask her why she isn’t moving when she finally stirs and then walks away.
Dex takes the moment to look over. And he smirks.
“What?” I ask.
“You totally ignored her.”
“Who?” I watch TV. “Man... They’re explaining a theory that’s years out of date.”
“Yeah, that’s because this was produced in 2011,” Dex drawls, still staring. “The waitress. You ignored her.”
“No, I didn’t. I placed my order.”
Slowly he shakes his head. “She had her breasts thrust right under your nose. Not to mention that she was clearly expecting you to respond.”
“So, I didn’t notice. What’s the big deal?”
“She’s hot, available, and waiting?”
“You fuck her, then.” Is it too much to ask to watch TV in peace?
Dex’s feet hit the floor with a thud as he turns in his seat and leans his elbows on the table. “I’ve been your teammate and friend for four years, Gray-Gray, and I’ve never seen you turn down an opportunity like that.”
“Maybe she’s not my type.”
“Bruh. If you’d even looked at her, I might buy that.”
“Are we having a girl chat here? We gonna braid each other’s hair next?” I reach forward and try to ruffle Dex’s hair, but he swats me away.
“Here we go,” says a chipper female voice. “One Shiner.”
A frosty bottle is set on the table, and I look over.
Jay-sus. Okay, now I get what Dex is saying, because the waitress is smoking. And the tits she apparently thrust under my nose are so huge they’re practically falling out of her low-cut top. How in the hell did I miss that?
She gives me a smile filled with promises I know will be delivered with much enthusiasm. And what do I want to do? Drink my beer, eat my food, talk to Dex, and then go home. In that order.
“Thanks,” I tell her before taking a long pull of the beer and tuning her out.
Dex’s eyebrow lifts in emphasis. Yeah, I know. I’m fucked.
The waitress huffs off.
“You know it isn’t going to go away just because you won’t acknowledge it,” Dex says.
“What isn’t going away?” Johnson asks, suddenly at my side.
Fuck. Me.
