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a silly song we used to jam out to and begins doing a little dance in his seat. The song's echoed start brings a huge smile across my face as I watch Jason's goofy moves toSsss-Aaaa-Ffff-Eeee-Tttt-Yyyy Safety Dance!
He mouths all the words to me as the song progresses; I laugh, also chiming in here and there to the part when the woman says, "and sing." What a great way to work off a hangover on a Saturday morning.
We head to the local bar and grill since Jason wants a greasy burger as well as a Bloody Mary. Those are so gross, but a greasy burger doesn't sound half as bad right now.
"So, who was the chick in bed with us?" I giggle, making some small talk.
"I honestly have no clue what her name is. She came with some of the other girls last night, but she isn't from around here as far as I know," he says, shrugging his shoulders.
"Classy," I reply, sliding my sunglasses on.
"She has nice tits and a mean blow job, but it was like fucking a warm cup of water," he exaggerates.
Ugh, that's a visual I did not want or need to add to the one I saw of the poor girl this morning that has burnt into my retinas.
"Yuck, Jay," I practically gag.
"What? She was loose as fuck," he smirks.
"Loose or is your dick just that small." I chuckle.
Puffing up his chest, in defense, he lets out, "It was pressed up against your back all morning, so why don't you tell me?"
My mouth drops open as I look over at him with sheer disgust then punch him. He flinches, lifting his leg and arms to shield himself.
"I bet you got a good look at the beast this morning," he laughs.
"You're gross," I growl.
I pull into the bar and grill. As we walk toward the entrance, I pull my dress down, and Jason reaches under it from the back, pinching my ass. I punch him as hard as I can. He laughs while putting his arms up as a truce. I walk behind him since I don't trust his sneakiness. He opens the door for me, and I tuck my dress under my butt to protect myself.
"I hate that fucking dress, by the way," he says through his teeth.
"Why?" I say.
I look back at him as I smile, still covering my rump.
"I have a few reasons," he states while pushing me inside the building by the small of my back.
I raise a brow at him, "Well, enlighten me, please."
We walk through the building, and I can feel Jason watching me as I move toward the bar.
"For starters, it's way too fucking short," he whispers in my ear.
We take a seat at the bar. I look at Jason, he smiles at me then looks around for the bartender. I check the clock as the bartender notices our presence. It's two-thirty already. Holy shit! Jason orders himself a Bloody Mary with all the fixings, two burger baskets, no tomato on mine, and a Shirley Temple for me without the cherry because I'm allergic to them. I can handle artificial cherry, although, like grenadine.
We joke about how he just up and left the girl in his bed as well as everyone else who had passed out last night at his house. I feel bad for that girl, but she brought it on herself. Jason starts bitching about how big of a slut Bridget is and that his ex-girlfriend gets laid more at his house than he does. It's just like hold times, him bitching about Bridget and bragging about his sex life.
As we wait for our food, my eyes bug out of my head when I look over the miraculous Blood Mary sitting in front of Jason. He doesn't even need a burger basket with the six-course meal parading out of his drink. There's a beef stick, hard-boiled egg, an olive, pickles, onion rings, motzi sticks, a slab of steak, and a damn muffin. No wonder Bloody's are so popular. By the time you scarf down all the food, you're so exhausted and thirsty; you slam your drink.
Jason slides the olive off the stick and hands it to me with a wink. He goes back to his conversation with the bartender about a car or something. I drift off a little thinking about Luke and the woman who had answered his phone last night, running every scenario I could think of through my mind. I thought he had asked me to be his girlfriend when he was in Milwaukee and that we were officially dating. Does his disappearance and the woman answering his phone mean that he has broken up with me? I want to call him again, but my phone is in my car charging. I excuse myself to grab it as I watch Jason's eyes follow me then he continues to talk to the bartender.
I walk out to my car, open the door, and lean over my seat to unplug the charging cord from my phone. I feel hands grasp my hips and a body thrust into my ass. I dart into my seat and look up to see that it's Jason laughing.
"Gee, don't be so jumpy, Alicat. It's only me! Sorry," he says as he continues laughing.
I roll my eyes then get out of my car. I push him back with both hands, and I turn on my phone.
"You really shouldn't bend over in that dress," Jason continues.
I glare at him, not amused at all, and head back into the building. Our food is waiting for us at our spots at the bar.
"Are you even still hungry?" I ask, referring to all the food he just ate from his Bloody Mary.
We sit back down. He looks at me as he lifts a brow and takes an overly large bite of his burger while rolling his eyes in the back of his head as he moans "nom-nom." I guess that answered my question. I roll my eyes