The night’s wind bit into my exposed limbs but I’d always enjoyed being cold. Derek, previous dance floor then back room partner, had decided that we should “get outta here.”
Like I was an idiot.
I mumbled something with a double sexual meaning and went along with him anyways.
What I did not expect was a sharply dressed TallDark&Handsome asshole of a roomate to answer the door. Placing my hand on my hip and my head cocked questioningly at the two men, I asked, “So, do we all share a bed or what?”
Derek smirked, rolled his eyes, and lit up.
TDH choked and shook his head sadly.
“Sorry, I don’t speak whore,” he said.
“Well, that’s fortunate because I dont speak fucktard. It seems we’ll just have to chat in the dark.” I waggled my perfect eyebrows, doing my best to look sexy and menacing.
“You gotta twitch?” he asked and then turned away towards a worn desk.
“You gotta penis?” I asked challengingly.
He ‘mhmm’ed. For such a weak comeback, I was surprised to realize he still won.
Damn. I want.