Page 11 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

“You said we take them back home. You’re not going to--”

“Oh. No. I’m just doing it for entertainment value.” I considered telling him about Les, but opted to keep my mouth shut for the time being. “I want to make sure I keep everything on the up and up with Franky, so this will keep you from hitting on me, and keep me from doing anything stupid.”

“You don’t trust yourself?”

“Not when I’m drunk.”

“How often does that happen?”

“Lately? Every day.”

He chuckled. “Oh.”

“We’re going to have to tell Franky something about how I came about seeing your cock, though. I don’t want him to know about the pool thing. That was a good example of me being an idiot when I’m drunk.”

“I’ll just say it fell out. It happens all the time when I get a little excited.”

I laughed. “Sounds good.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Franky.

“Shhh. Here he comes.”

He sauntered along the back of the bar until he was across from us.

He looked at Eric. “Another Ultra?”

“Sure.”

He grabbed a beer from the cooler and handed it to Eric. “So, what do you think of the house?”

“It’s nice as fuck. Far cry from my place back in Nebraska.”

Franky shot him a look. “Nebraska? I’d have figured you for a So-Cal native.”

“Nope. Cornhusker. Born and raised.”

Franky nodded toward the margarita that was ten feet from my grasp. “You didn’t finish your drink.”

“I’m done for the night. I want to see what you think about something.”

He began to wipe the moisture form the surface of the bar. “What’s that?”

“I explained to Eric that I wasn’t interested in him. Then, he told me he was hoping to get laid while he was here. Together, we came up with a plan.”

“You told him that?”

I nodded. “Yep.”

He looked at Eric.

Eric shrugged. “Yep.”

He looked at me, grinned, and shook his head. “I can’t wait to hear it.”

“You help him pick up women from the bar, and he takes them home. It’ll make for good drama on the show, it’ll let me focus on you, and it’ll keep him focused on someone other than me.”

He crossed his arms and looked at me. Pride radiated from his eyes. “That’s the first sensible thing I’ve heard you say in six weeks.”