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“Not finished yet, give me four more. Hey, can you tell me if one
of those rooms back there has a place I can take her? Just need half hour
tops.” It takes me so long to get that out I forget what I’m talking about.

“You’re drunk, and you’re leaving. You want a cab or someone to come
pick you up?”

”Motherfucker, I’m not done drinking, neither is…..her,” I slur.

He grabs my phone from the bar in front of me. “Is there someone
in here I can call? If not, it’ll be a cab or the cops. Your choice.”

I try to reach for my phone, slip off the stool, again barely
catching myself. “Shit.” I shake my head trying to clear some of my buzz. But
the spinning gets worse. Tits slides off her stool and turns to walk away.
“Hey, where you going?”

“You’re drunk and need to go home. Let him call someone for you.”

I watch her walk to a table with two guys and sidle right up to
one, leaning in and giving him that titty shot she had given me earlier. I turn
back to the man holding my phone. “Who’s it gonna be?” He asks.

I try to think who I can call. Jax is gone. Brooke?
Hell no.
Luke.
Fuuuck, this isn’t good.
I lean my head on my folded arms. “Luke. In my
contacts.”

I hear him talking on my phone. “Is this Luke?”
Pause “
Okay,
this is Dirk at RJ’s on North Arbor. I have a drunk guy here who told me to
call you to get him.”
Pause
“Yeah, hold on.” He shakes my arm, “What’s
your name?”

“Dylan,” I answer.”

“His name’s Dylan.”
Pause
  “There’s no way he can drive.”
Pause
“Shit, give me a second.”
Pause
“Alright, come on, and when you get here,
call his phone. I’ll make sure he gets outside.”
Pause
“See ya in 20.”

Twenty-five
minutes later and I’ve
got a mountain man buckling me in the front of Luke’s car. Three minutes later
I’ve got a 16-year-old deciding he needs answers. “What the fuck, Dylan. Why
are you so drunk?”

“Shut it, and drive,” I slur.

“Just tell me what happen to make you end up drunk at a bar
smelling like the cheap perfume aisle at Wal-Mart.”

“Drop it, Luke. I’m not in the fucking mood right now.”
Fuck my
life.

The next morning I go into work, barely managing a greeting to
Carolyn. My head is about to blow, and I can’t remember a damn thing other than
shots and a pair of big tits. I woke to Luke slamming my door open and yelling
for me to get my drunk ass out of bed, which was perfect in itself, but became
shit-tacular when he informed me that was the last time he picks me up from a
bar drunk and unable to walk.  My clothes smelled like a discount hooker, smoke,
and an empty bottle of whiskey. I'm just hoping like fuck I didn’t screw up.

I’m downing my third bottle of water after my fourth cup of coffee
looking after taking four ibuprofen trying to find my way back to the land of
the living when Jax bursts into my office looking thoroughly agitated.
Join
the club.
 "Fucking Oklahoma shop is falling apart."

I just grunt and motion with my hand for him to explain. Pretty
much all I’ve got.

"George quit and Joy has been fucking up with customer orders
left and right."

"Fire her. Who gives a shit about George?”

"Firing Joy isn't an option since you fucked her, and George
quitting just means looking for a new employee and training him.  He and Joe
got into it which is all kinds of fucked up. No one fights with Joe."

I rub my temples, which never actually works, but right now I’d do
anything for relief of the headache I had which is steadily getting worse. I
don’t know what the hell Jackson is so worried about. George was a good
mechanic, but he can be replaced.  Now if Joe had been the one to quit all this
bullshit would bother me. The situation with Joy I can’t even think about right
now.  It sucks and doesn’t seem to be going away even though I don’t even live
there anymore. "Calm down, it'll be fine."

He sits in the chair across from me, "I hired a new guy. He
has some outstanding references. But I think you fucked all the smarts out of
Joy."

"I don't think she started with much, and if I recall, you
hired her."

"True."

"Hire someone to help her, we can afford it.”

"Already done."

"Then what the fuck are you complaining about?"

He shrugs and puts his boots up on my desk, kicking back.
"Just telling you how my trip went. What the fuck is the matter with you?
You look like dog shit, man.”

“Hangover from hell.”

"Do tell. Did You go out last night? Any good pussy? Where’d
you go?”

“Can we just not talk right now? I got drunk and barely remember
some big tits.”

"So my man, Dylan, is back.  Good to know.”

“Yep, looks like it,” I grumble.

"Nice, so you gonna be my wingman Friday? We can go to a
couple of places I’ve tried out.”

I consider the invite. Right now the answer is hell no. But that’s
because I’m not quite over last night’s crapfest. A memory of a hand on my limp
dick flashes through my mind. The girl from the bar with the big tits and I
couldn’t get hard. Huh, probably because I had too much to drink because I
vaguely remember how I wanted to fuck her big tits. Maybe I need to go out with
Jax and try again, this time with less alcohol involved.  Time to clear Brooke
out and make way for nameless women who won’t take up head space longer than it
will take to get off. “Yeah, sounds good. Luke’s got a date, but Cass can watch
the kids for a few hours.”

"Fuckin A, man. I know just the place. It has karaoke, so you
know the chicks will be swarming.”

"I'm in."

He stands up, "Alright, glad to have ya back, man."

He starts to leave, but I stop him. "Hey, Alex was cool with
y’all’s hookup wasn’t she?”

Jax turns back toward me, "Yeah, she was cool. We had a good
time. I even talked to her last night."

"Be careful. She’s got relationship written all over her. I
don't think she's looking for the type of arrangement you're used to.”

"Don't worry about it. Alex can handle herself."

“You know I wouldn’t normally say anything, but she’s Brooke’s
friend, and I don’t need any bad feelings if she ends up with hurt feelings.”

"You sound like Brooke. She put you up to this?"

"Hell no, I just don't want any trouble from my social worker
because she thinks you did her best friend bad.”

He nods, "Don't worry about it, I would never do anything to
mess things up for you and the kids.”

He leaves, and I try to get through the day without thinking about
Brooke and fail. And so it goes for the rest of the week. Go to sleep, there’s
Brooke.  Wake up, there’s Brooke.

When we hit the club Friday night, I’m ready. The place is a
wall-to-wall bar flies.
Perfect.
This won’t be hard at all. As soon as
we find a table they begin swarming, and it doesn’t take us long to cull out
our two best prospects. Just our type; pretty enough and horny. That’s all we
need because after tonight we’ll be lucky to remember them. We pull out the two
extra stools at our table for our guests and the mating games begin.  We order
beers all around. Flirty looks and not-so-subtle come-ons are exchanged. She’s
a redhead, a fine ass, and lips that would look hot wrapped around my cock. The
fucker better want to play tonight. I test the waters by putting my arm around
her back and draw lazy circles on her shoulder.  She shivers and leans closer.
It’s like some step-by-step manual on how to get laid at a bar.

“Have you been here before?”

“Nope, this is my first time. My buddy has, though.” I say toward
Jackson.

“Lisa and I come every Friday for karaoke. It’s a good place.” I
take a swig of my beer. I try to remember if picking up women was always this
boring.  I think we need to skip this shit and head straight to the sex.

Her hand drops to my thigh, and she’s so close to me I am
assaulted by her perfume. She needs to seriously reconsider her choice; because
the shit is strong and annoying. Nothing like the subtle scent that Brooke
wears.
And there you have it, folks. She’s going to fuck with me getting
some tonight.
We’ve been sitting here for a couple of hours now, and I need
to get her somewhere so this chick can get my dick hard.

“You wanna get out of here and go back to your place,” I whisper
in her ear. This always gets me a yes, just like it does this time.

“Sounds good.” She stands and takes my hand.

I lean across the table to tell Jax, “Hey, man.  We’re out. I’ll
call tomorrow.”

He gives me a shit eating grin, “Yeah. Have a sweet time.” We bump
fists and whatshername and I are gone.

In the parking lot, I follow her to her car. Since I rode with
Jackson, I’ll ride with her and call a cab, definitely not call my brother. I
walk her to the driver’s side, and she reaches up putting her arms around my
neck. Of course, she goes in for a kiss, which isn’t happening.  I pull back.
“No kissing.”

“What?” She gives me an odd look. “I like kissing, and I want to
kiss you.”

“And it’s not happening.  I don’t kiss.”
Unless of course it’s
Brooke. Fuck!

“Do you even remember my name?”

I stare at her, because no, I don’t. “What the fuck does know your
name have to do with you sucking my cock tonight?” Wow, I’m being an ass, and
can’t seem to stop myself.

“My name is Amy,” she says. She sounds pissed that she has to tell
me, which I guess she has a right to be.

“And I don’t care. You’re not making it in my contact list.”

“You are the biggest asshole I’ve ever met,” she yells.

I’ve had enough. This is bullshit. I don’t need the hassle.
Getting my dick sucked or fucked shouldn’t be this goddamn hard. Besides the
bastard hasn’t been paying attention tonight. “Fuck this.” I grab my phone to
pull up the number for a taxi as I walk away. This was never going to go
anywhere.

At home, I lie on my bed trying to figure out what the hell I’m going
to do. I can’t get Brooke out of my head. I can’t even get hard for women like
I’m used to fucking. Brooke is still taking up way too much space in my head.
Everything about that one night, how goddamn perfect it was touching her,
kissing her, tasting her, fucking her, still occupies nearly every waking
moment of every day. I know without a doubt that no matter how many times I try
to pick up a random it’s not going to work.

Then my brain just clicks with a brilliant idea. I need one more
night with Brooke. That will do it. It’s a long shot that she’ll agree, but
I've got to try it. Before I can talk myself out of it, I dial Brooke’s number.

She answers the phone, sleepily, "Dylan?” I’m surprised she
answers, but then she doesn’t have a choice since I’m her fucking
client.

I look at the clock. Shit, it's after midnight. "It’s me. Did
I wake you?"

She yawns, "It's okay, is something wrong?"

"Yeah. I mean, no. I was just thinking about you."

"I don’t understand, what about me?"

"I want, no I need, to be with you for one more night.”

There’s silence on her end, but I’m sure she’s in shock. I get
that I told her we’re nothing but professional, but I have to convince her to be
with me again, just one more time. I swear I feel like a junkie, and she is my
drug. "Brooke, the other night was fucking incredible, but it wasn’t
enough. I want more, and I think you do too."

"It was, but Dylan we agreed it would just be that one night.
Tuesday you made me leave because you said we’re only professional from now on.
Sorry if I’m confused."

“I made you leave because being around you was driving me crazy. 
I wanted to take you to bed. That’s all I’ve been thinking about since last
week. It wasn’t enough, so I want one more night. Tell me you haven't thought
about it."

"I have thought about it. But what if it won’t be enough this
time either?”

She had a good point, and I don’t know if this idea is the right
answer. “All I know is that we have to, at least, try to get over this insane attraction.
Otherwise, the rest of this year is going to go bad. I can’t be around you and
not want you if we can’t get past it. One more time. That’s it. Friday after
work. I'll rent a hotel room and have Jax stay with the kids. I'll tell him I
have to meet a client out of town. You tell Alex you have a conference or
something. Social workers, have conferences don’t they?”

She laughs, "Yes, we have plenty of those.” She’s laughing. 
That’s got to be a good sign.

I've never in my life been this desperate to get a girl.

"I want to say yes, but I can’t say I’m not worried.”

"There’s no risk of anyone seeing us. I know the other night
was risky, but this won’t be. We’ll just be a couple in a hotel room for the
evening. Please say yes, Brooke.” I sound like some desperate pussy whipped kid
begging his girl to go all the way.
Shit.
 "Look, Friday is six
days away.  Just think about it and let me know.  Text me a, yes, and I’ll send
you reservation information.  If you text me no, then….I don’t know yet. Just
promise to think about it.”