Sasha (Mixed Drinks #1) (18 page)

After a few hours and five glasses of wine later, I get a text from Bash.

Bash: Hey beautiful. Having fun with the girls?

Sasha: Yes, we are just about to have a naked pillow fight. Wanna come be the ref?

Bash: Then who would video tape?

Sasha: Tri-pod, better hurry the tops just came off.

We laugh and giggle like we are twelve at the conversation, and try to think of what to tell him next when there is a knock at the door.

As I open the door, I half expect to see Bash standing there. Instead, I see a flower delivery guy holding a small vase with daisies and yellow carnations.

“Delivery for Sasha Michaels,” he says.

“That’s me,” I slur in response.

He hands me the flowers and whishes me a good day. I close the door, paying more attention to the flowers and snatch the card out of the plastic holder. Megan and Sadie run over as I set the vase on the kitchen counter and peek over my shoulder at the card.

My god, she is good
. She must have asked Bash if she could send me some flowers. I slowly look up from the card and gaze at Megan and Sadie.

“Wow.” Megan states, clearly in shock.

“Well, maybe she had a change of heart?” Sadie suggests optimistically.

“I’m gonna guess not, but that would make my life so much easier.” I say, still looking at the card when I hear my phone ping, telling me that I have a new text message.

Bash: Well I would love to join you but I’m at work. Just thought I would say hi

I stop for a moment to respond.
I must be an adult
. I must be an adult, and I cannot let a little girl get to me. She is young, and has no idea what she is doing.

Sasha: HI!!! Did you know that someone special sent me flowers? She is so cute, I love the flowers!

Bash: Oh good, you got them. She wanted to say thank you. She picked them out herself. She also asked if when she spends the night at my house next weekend, you could come over too.

Sasha: Oh I would love to. I can’t come Friday night I have to work; I can come Saturday when I get up.

Bash: Just come after work on Friday, I will make breakfast Saturday morning for us.

Sasha: Ok, it will be late. I’ve got to go now my glass is empty.

As I toss my phone to the side, I wonder how I can get Emma to understand that I’m here to stay and that I have no intention of letting a little girl push me out of the best relationship I’ve ever had.
Along with the best sex I’ve ever had.

The night continues on with my besties and me, as we open a few more bottles of wine and round out the evening with a game of truth or dare. We already know most of the truths, so we mainly just do dares. We kept it pretty G-rated in the beginning, but as per usual, we slip into R-rated soon enough.

We try on my lingerie and take pictures, sending them to our respective boy toys, asking what they would do to us if they were here. Were we to look back at the text messages, it would be clear that we’re drunk. I’m actually pretty proud of the guys for deciphering what the hell we are talking about. I’m sure they didn’t give a shit; they got naughty pictures sent to them.

At about midnight, we are all getting really hungry, so we call for a pizza delivery. That turned into a dare gone wild. When the pizza delivery guy arrived, my dare was to convince him to take me to the grocery store for Funyuns and Reddi-Whip. At first, he wanted nothing to do with us, other than to get his money for the pizza. But after some fast-talking, the next thing I know, I’m in his car, on our way to the store. I think he thought he was gonna get more than money for a tip out of the deal, but that obviously wasn’t gonna happen.

After retrieving my requisite items, he rushes me home, where I promptly squirt some Silly String that I had hidden in my purse at him. He did not laugh, although I sure as hell did. There may have been some profanity tossed my way as he drove away, but I didn’t care. I rushed back up the stairs and slam my door, locking it behind me. Good thing I paid him an extra twenty before we left, or the price may have gone up when he found out he wasn’t getting anything more than some cash.

The next dare was to try and eat as much Reddi-Whip as we could in 30 seconds. Between the excessive laughing and chasing each other around my apartment, squirting the cans at each other, we slip on our asses several times as we step in piles of it all over the floor. I don’t think we actually ate much of it at all. At one point, Sadie was running towards Megan and I yelling, “Here, kitty kitty, you want some milk?” Don’t ask me what the fuck
that
was all about.

By two o’clock in the morning, we were covered in whipped cream, Funyuns, and whatever else was in my kitchen that could be used as ammo in a food fight. There may or may not have been lime green J-ello in there, and it that may or may not have been shoved down Megan’s pants while she screamed, “Leggo my jello!” Again, I have no freaking idea where that came from. I’m guessing it must have made sense at the time.

The next morning, as we all start to wake up with what seems to be dried cream, Jell-o, and who knows what else was all over us and my apartment, the events of the night come back to me. We have not had a crazy night like that in a long time. We must have really needed it.

As I pick up my phone and check the damage done via drunk texting, I see it.

Bash: looks like you’re having a good time

Sasha: Would be better if you were here with me to lick me clean

Bash: Sorry there beautiful as much fun as that sounds... and I would lick every inch of you until you were clean and then I would.... well I will leave that to your drunken imagination. But I can’t, I’m at Jean’s with Emma

Sasha: Oh the little she devil, I bet she is plotting her next move against me.

Bash: What????

Bash: What are you talking about????

Bash: Ok, I’m gonna guess that you are so drunk that you have no idea what you’re talking about so I will just talk to you in the morning about it.

Fuck a duck at Christmas
. Great, now how the hell am I going to explain that? Well, at least I can blame it on the wine. And at least I didn’t call Emma and bitch her out again.

FRIDAY ARRIVES, AND WITH IT comes a sense of dread for my sleepover with Bash and Emma. I had cleared up my little text message snafu by claiming we had been talking about people at the bar, and it got all jumbled up in my head with the massive amount of wine I consumed. He laughed it off and didn’t bring it up again.

I suppose that could have been my chance to tell him what had happened at
Rudy’s
. Still, I wasn’t going to let a little girl make me look like a tattle-tale to my boyfriend. I mean what was I really going to say?
Emma’s being mean to me, make her stop?
Yeah, that would go over like a fart in church.

When I got to work, I was surprised to see George sitting on his favorite stool. I clock in and walk over to greet him.

“Hi George! I’m so glad to see you. Bit strange to see you here on a Friday night, though,” I observe with a big smile.

“Bash told me you were working tonight, and I thought it was about time I came in to apologize for my rude behavior that day.” He says, looking me straight in the eyes.

“Oh George, don’t you worry about it. I’m just sad it took you this long to come back in here. We’ve missed you on Sunday’s.” I try my best to assure him that there are no hard feelings between us.

“Thank you, Sasha. I still feel awful about that day. I guess this is what it means to get old. Your friends and family die off, they take your driver’s license, and then you get to just hole up at home hoping,
Jeopardy
is on.” He says, looking down at his beer.

I’m not sure what to say to make him feel better. I’m sure it’s hard for him, and I’m sure that I will be his age some day, feeling the same way. I sit and talk to him for awhile, listening to stories about his wife and kids. Things he used to do in his younger years. All of it just makes me feel sad for him. He is such a great guy, and still has so much to offer.

As the bar gets busier, he asks me to call him a cab to take him home, since Bash is with Emma. When the cab arrives, I walk him out and give him a big hug.

“You’re a sweet kid. You and Bash make a cute couple. I hope you will be around for a long while.” He says with a wink while getting into the cab.

“Aww, thank you George. I hope so, too.” I give him a kiss on the cheek and close the door, giving a wave as the cab pulls away.

The rest of the night goes by pretty fast, with little action. Friday nights are hit and miss as far as the entertainment factor goes. Sometimes there could be a guy-on-guy fight, or a blind date gone wrong. Tonight there is not much of anything. I’m kind of disappointed; I could use the distraction. I keep thinking about my overnight with Bash.

I wonder if it is really ok for me to be spending the night, knowing how Emma feels about me. I should have said no, I should have made up a reason why I couldn’t spend the night. What did Emma really want? Was she just being a little girl who doesn’t like change, or is she really that devious that she would try and break Bash and I up?
Who knows
. But the bottom line is, why am I worried about a kid
?

As I announce last call to the crowd, I can feel my stomach start to churn. The fried cheese and chicken wings I ate were probably not a great choice for dinner; unfortunately, it’s too late now. I start my closing check-list and even stall by doing some of the opening shift’s duties to avoid leaving the bar.

By 3:00am, Bash is calling to make sure I’m ok. I tell him I’m fine, just running late and promise to be there soon. This will be the first time I’ve ever been to Bash’s house. He had kept me away because he has a room there just for Emma, and didn’t want to have to explain it before he was ready to tell me the truth about who Emma was.

As I drive, I think again that I should just go home and tell Bash that I’m not feeling well. I just want to sleep in my own bed after a late shift.
Is that too much to ask?
I figure that if I tell him I’m sick, then that would just make him want to take care of me, and he would tell me to come over anyway. Then I resign myself to the fact that there really is no point to fighting this, so I just keep driving towards his house, and before I know it, I’m parked out front.

I look over and see the light is on in the window. He is up waiting for me, I assume. I see his head pop out the door and wave me in.
Shit, it’s too late to leave now
. I don’t know why I’m letting this little girl get to me like this. Inside, it’s Bash and a little girl.
A three foot five inch little girl
. I’m a five foot six inch adult.
What can she possibly do to me?

I shake my head as if to snap myself out of the weird dream I’ve been living lately. I jump out of my car, grab my overnight bag, and spring for the door, where I give Bash a giant, full-on passionate kiss. You know, the kind that would normally lead to the bedroom. However, he backs off after a few seconds, taking a deep breath.

“Slow down there, Sasha. Remember Emma is here,” he warns while adjusting his pajama pants in the region of his glorious manhood.

“I know, I just wanted to give you a proper hello.” I say, smiling and strutting away from him and into his living room.

He smiles back at me and closes the door. As I take a look around the room, I see that he has a beautiful house. I didn’t expect something this nice from a bachelor living alone in Stoddard, Wisconsin. It’s small and decorated in a redneck kind of way, but done very well, I have to say. Fish hang on the wall attached to driftwood, and a deer that is mounted above the couch looks at me as if I can save it. Actually, as I move about the room, its eyes seem to follow me.
Stop staring at me!
I want to scream. I crouch down to see what it will do, and Bash is behind me, starting to chuckle. I move back and forth, watching the deer’s eyes follow my every move. They are only black glass, and I know this. Nevertheless, they still seem to be alive, waiting for the right time to hope off the wall and drag itself over to attack me.

“What are you doing?” he asks, fully laughing at this point.