Devon Hartford - Reckless

As we turned onto Fourth Street, we passed by Horton Plaza. “I fucking love that place, man,” I slurred. “It’s like the Disneyland of fucking shopping malls.”

Jake snickered. “Dude, you’re fucking wasted.”

“I’m fucking wasted,” I smiled.

We continued down Fourth until we hit the Hooters on the corner of Market Street.

We paused.

I cocked a thumb toward the Hooters. “Wanna get some more drinks?”

“And have a bunch of PG-13 strippers wearing those road-crew orange shorts hit on us all night? That shit is comedy, but I’m all good,” Jake smiled. “Hey, didn’t you used to bang one of the waitresses who worked here?”

“Probably,” I sputtered, meaning it.

Jake cackled, knowing I was telling the truth.

Jake and I both turned as the doors to Hooters opened and a group of rowdy guys poured onto the sidewalk. They were laughing and shouting and making a bunch of noise.

One of them was that guy Hunter Fucking Blakeley. He had his arms around two bar babes. They were clearly into him. He was clearly into them. Both bar babes looked toasted. Both were pretty damn hot in their tight skirts and tops. Neither were in Samantha’s league, but both were hot enough for a magazine cover.

They were gazing up at Hunter like he was Brad Fucking Pitt or some shit.

I could fix that.

I stood my ground as Hunter’s buddies parted around me and Jake like we were our own fucking continent, and they had no choice but to flow elsewhere.

I made sure to stare Hunter right in the eyes.

It didn’t take long.

“I know you,” Hunter said. “Where do I know you from?”

“From my girlfriend,” I growled.

He stopped. “Oh yeah! You’re Sam’s man. You were too pussy to fight me the other day.”

He could spin that shit however he wanted. But that wasn’t my point. I was strategizing.

It took about three seconds for his two honeys to turn their greedy eyes on my shit.

“Is this your friend?” the brunette asked Hunter.

Hunter had some game. “Yeah, sure,” he said confidently. He wasn’t ruffled yet.

Yet.

“What’s his name?” the blonde asked.

Hunter didn’t seem inclined to answer.

Both of the girls were drooling at me openly.

Despite the chill air, I wore a short-sleeve black V-neck. My tatted arms were cocked and loaded. I twitched both arms, making the muscles pop and stand out like hard-chiseled granite, all striated and rugged.

“Mmmm,” the blonde said. She literally released her grip on Hunter and stepped up to me. She slid her hand down my chest and abs. “I like,” she purred.

I was used to this shit. When I turned it on, like now, chicks went fucking nuts.

“What’s your name, honey?” she asked.

“Adonis,” I said. Fuck yeah, Adonis.

“Sounds like a hero’s name or something,” she said.

Fuck yeah, it did. “What’s your name?” I asked her.

“MacKenzie,” the blonde murmured. “Check him out, Kylie,” she said to her friend. “He’s yummy,” she purred.

Kylie the brunette was now gaping at me.

I cocked my dimpled grin at her.

As if hypnotized, her hands relaxed from touching Hunter and drifted slowly to her sides. She leaned away from him like she was hypnotized and floated toward me on her heels. She grabbed my belt with one hand and slid her other into my front pocket.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, her fingers gliding across my dick through the material.

The thing was, this shit only worked when you did it for real. I was hard as a fucking rock.

“He’s huge, MacKenzie,” Kylie said to her friend, sounding astonished, like she’d just met God.

Hunter glared at me.

His buddies circled around me and Jake. There were three of them. Four on two. Jake could fight. We were going to be fine.

I could feel the tension on the street corner.

MacKenzie and Kylie hung off me like they were my harem.

The second I’d seen Hunter walk out the door of the Hooters, I’d wanted to kick his ass. But this was better.

“You guys ready to go?” Hunter asked the two girls who were humping my legs.

They looked at him like he was a ghost or maybe a gust of wind.

One of them broke into a stripper laugh. That was all either of them had to say on the subject of going anywhere with Hunter and his boys.

“Shall we?” I said to the girls. I nodded toward Jake. He opened the door.

I walked inside Hooters with MacKenzie and Kylie on my arms. Jake followed.

Hunter and his buddies were left out in the cold.

It was winter, after all.

SAMANTHA

I was totally disgusted with myself for downing the entire pint of ice cream, I couldn’t even begin to think about calling Christos to come over. I imagined burping up the taste of ice cream in his face while asking him if something was wrong.

It didn’t seem like the right tone.

I went for a jog instead. Slowly, at first, until I was certain I wouldn’t puke, then settling into a normal pace until I’d run four miles.

I came back to my apartment, hoping there would be a message from Christos telling me he was on his way over. Nope, he still hadn’t called.

I took a shower and got ready for bed.

I considered driving to his house and surprising him by waiting in his bed. As much as I liked the idea, I felt like I should at least call first. I didn’t know the number to the Manos house, or Spiridon’s cell phone number, or if he even had one. I didn’t want to just show up unannounced. Although I suspected Spiridon probably wouldn’t care if I did, it still seemed rude.

I laid down on my bed with damp hair. My phone lay on the night table beside me, the ringer set to low, in case Christos tried to call. I did my best to keep my eyes open while willing my phone to ring.

Ring, damn it!

It didn’t work.

I woke up in the morning to an empty bed.

CHRISTOS

Inside Hooters, Jake and I had to buy drinks for MacKenzie and Kylie. We would’ve looked like dicks if we hadn’t.

Me and Jake drank colas. It was as good as coffee, I guess. And we both drank plenty of water on the side. Didn’t need a hangover tomorrow.

It turned out that MacKenzie and Kylie were not really drunk. I kept an eye on what they drank, and noticed neither did much more than sip. They were kind of fun to talk to. Both went to USD, over in Morena, just east of Mission Bay. They were law students, and they were pretty fucking sharp. Me and Jake couldn’t believe it. Not that they were smart, but that they were so good at pretending to be stupid drunk chicks, because it was a total act.

When it was last call at Hooters, I hit the Men’s room and drained for what seemed like an hour. At least I was down to a light buzz. I could probably drive.

Me and Jake walked the girls to their car, like gentlemen.

“You guys okay to drive?” I asked.

Kylie held up keys to her Audi and jangled them. “I’m as sober as a judge,” she joked.

“Then you better not drive,” I smiled.

“Touché,” she smiled. “I’m fine.”

“Since you’re law students,” Jake said, “You can represent yourselves in court if you get DUIs.”

“You guys could drive us home. In your car,” MacKenzie said.

“Sorry ladies,” I said. “Me and Jake are sworn to our girlfriends. We may as well be married.”

“He’s right,” Jake smiled.

MacKenzie shook her head. “You guys are two of the good ones,” she sighed.

“Damn right,” I smiled my cocky grin.

“If either one of you men ever ends up single, look us up,” Kylie said.

“Yeah,” MacKenzie blurted to Kylie, “I think either of them would be more than enough for the both of us.”