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| Jared Leto - Kind of how I picture Scott :) |
“You’re up, Scotty!” Luke chucked a five
dollar note at me even though it was my shout.
I threw it back at him as I passed and headed
to the bar. I was surprised to see Abby
down on her hands and knees on the floor.
She was chatting away which seemed a bit strange, and then I noticed some prettyboy douche bag who was standing at the
bar just pointing at the ground. Why the fuck wasn’t he helping her? She had
obviously tripped over, stuff had fallen out of her bag and he was a
dickhead. The guy looked vaguely familiar but I was more
concerned about the obvious humiliation on Abby’s face. Now I just wanted to punch him in his smug
mouth.
“Don’t you know how to help a lady
out? Or are you just an arrogant turd?” I glared at him and crouched down to grab
some coins that were out of Abby’s reach. I heard him mumbling something about a shit
band as he shuffled off and I could only assume he was talking about us. Yeah,
whatever. Ask the two hundred or so people
who saw us tonight, idiot. Keep
walking. Where the fuck have I seen him
before?
“Are you okay?” I asked Abby as I dropped the money into her purse.
She reached between my feet and picked up a
condom. “I don’t have this because I’m
a slut. I don’t actually…” she sighed
with frustration and threw it back into her bag before turning to look at me.
She
smelt sweet and fruity but I wasn’t sure if it was some perfume she was wearing
or the wine she’d been drinking. Her
face seemed to redden even more and I had to admit it was pretty cute. I wasn’t sure if she was digging me but was
inclined to think it was most likely the embarrassment she’d just been through
or probably the alcohol. All of a sudden
the only thing I could think about was that condom and how I could try to get
to use it that night.
“Hey Scotty, we’re dying of thirst over here.”
Fucking Nathan and his wonderful timing. I stood up, pulling Abby up with me and she
headed back to the table.
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