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“Shit,” I curse under my breath and start toward them.
Mallory sees him coming too and excuses herself, heading off the dance floor. Dennis catches up with her the same time I do.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing out there, Mal? You’re making a goddamn fool of yourself!”
The flicker of doubt and embarrassment that crosses her face enrages me. She was having fun, which she has every right to do. She’s had a great night and he’s not going to take that from her.
“What’s the matter, Dennis?” I snap. “You mad she’s beautiful and getting attention from all these young guys when you look like shit out mashed potatoes?”
Mallory grins, and I can see her courage coming back as she realizes she’s getting a rare moment here. He’s jealous.
“You look like a slut!” he shouts at her, ignoring my remark.
People are starting to gather around, watching the drama unfold. “Go fuck yourself with that animal on your head, Dennis. Did you get one for your old ass crotch too?” Mallory asks, liquid courage pumping through her veins. I feel someone at my back as Dennis sneers at me.
“This is what you’re going to do now?” He stares at Mallory like she might infect him. “Act like Samantha? Fuck anything that moves?”
Nick steps between us, and I grab his arm to pull him back. “I can handle this. He’s just a drunk idiot.”
“Don’t talk to them like that,” Nick says, his voice calm.
Dennis wavers on his feet. “Why not?”
“Because we’re ladies, assface!” Mallory exclaims.
Dennis seems to consider his options for a moment as his almost ex-wife stands in front of him, along with a man he couldn’t beat if he were sober. Drunks are stupid. Jealous drunks even more so, and he proves it by looking around Nick at me. “You might want to get to know her before you rush to her rescue. She’s like a penny. Worthless, two faced, and in everyone’s pants.”
He barely gets the last word out before he’s laid out on the floor, his jaw swelling and turning blue. Laughter rings out when the poorly attached toupee flies off and Mallory grabs it.
Dennis seems to be trying to figure out how he ended up parallel to everyone’s feet as Nick stares down at him. “You need to get up and get out of here.” There’s no malice or threat to his tone. If anything, he sounds bored. Most guys I know wouldn’t have stopped at one punch, and I’m glad to see this isn’t turning into a white trash brawl.
Dennis scrambles to his feet and points at Mallory. “She’s my wife!”
“Not anymore. I filed for divorce yesterday.”
Seething, he holds out his hand for the hairpiece. The grin on Mallory’s face tells me this is going to be good. She glances up at the ceiling fan slowly rotating above us, then chucks it up there. Her aim is good because it catches on the edge of the blade. Laughter echoes through the place at the sight of it spinning around like a drunk Tasmanian devil.
Two guys walk up, one the size of a mountain, and Nick nods at them. “He needs to be removed,” he says, tilting his chin at Dennis.
“He’s the one who hit me!” Dennis shouts, but the men don’t seem to care what he has to say. The bouncer grabs his arm and escorts him to the door while the other guy shakes his head, grinning at Nick.
“Did you hit him?”
Nick holds up his hand, his thumb and finger about an inch apart. “Little bit.”
“You never hit people.” The man’s eyes flash, and I notice the resemblance. This must be his brother who owns the bar.
“He deserved it.”
Mallory is looking unsteady on her feet as they talk. I hate to leave, because damn, the man can kiss, but it’s time for us to go. “Hey, sorry for the trouble. We’re going to go,” I tell them.
“You didn’t cause any trouble. There’s no need to leave,” Nick argues.
“I think my friend has had a little too much.” I keep my voice low so she doesn’t hear me. “I’m going to get her home.”
He lays his hand over the screen of my phone when I open the Uber app. “Let me take you.” His mouth broadens into a grin when I raise an eyebrow at him. “I’ve only had two beers.”
“Okay, that’d be great, thanks.” And then you can come in and fuck me because I have to see what that beard feels like.
