Page 77 of Wardrobe Malfunction

We drop off Logan. Then, it’s Charly’s turn.

“Thanks for the ride,” she says to Aiden. Then, she climbs out of the limo. “Thanks for a great night, guys.” She smiles at everyone before her eyes finally connect with mine. “I’ll see you later.”

Yes, you fucking will. Sooner than later, baby.

She shuts the door and is gone.

Right, let me get these bastards home, and then I can get back here.

“Aiden, Julian’s next,” I tell him.

He pulls off, knowing the way to Julian’s, as he’s dropped him off plenty of times.

“Anyone wanna come in for a drink at mine?” Julian asks.

“Nope,” I say.

“Gee, thanks, West. You sure know how to make a guy feel wanted.”

Gabe laughs. “I’ll come for a drink, but don’t be getting me drunk and feeling me up while I’m passed out. I know how bad you want me.”

I laugh, shaking my head at Gabe.

“Fuck you.” Julian laughs.

“I know you want to, but I’m a giver, not a taker.” Gabe grins.

“Why do we hang out with him?” Julian asks me.

“Beats me.” I shrug.

“Because I’m fucking awesome, and you know it.” Gabe spreads his arms out, spilling some of the whiskey in his glass.

We pull up at Julian’s house.

“You coming in then, fuckface?” Julian asks Gabe.

“Nah, I’ll head home.”

For fuck’s sake, I’ve got to drop Gabe off now. It’ll be the fucking morning before I get back to Charly.

“Cool. See you later then. Thanks for the ride, man.”

We do the guy handshake as he passes by before climbing out the limo.

“Later, Julian.”

He shuts the door.

“Aiden, to Gabe’s place now.”

The car pulls off again. It feels like he’s driving at a snail’s pace.

I’m tapping my foot, drumming my fingers on my thigh.

“You look tense, West,” Gabe says, pouring himself another whiskey.

“Not tense, just tired.”