A Hunger to Share ( Book Two )

chapter 38

Gideon     

"Hey bartender keep 'em coming." Gideon tapped the shot glass on the bar.

"No." Artyom looked at him disapprovingly.

"Great, more for me." Hans snatched the bottle out of his hand with a dimpled smile.

Artyom rolled his eyes. "You're not helping."

"Of course I am. When I finish this bottle there won't be anymore for him. It's a win win."

"You're so mean." Gideon whinned. He needed the burn of alcohol to wash away Ada's sharp, hurt look from his memory.

He should have gone after her, and explained it wasn't like that anymore but instead he had chickened out, and locked himself in the bar on the third floor.

Artyom, and Hans had found him and decided to be his annoying voice of reason.

"You've had six. That's enough." Artyom told Gideon and snatched the vodka bottle out of Hans's hands, and hid it under the counter.

Hans gave him a cool, betrayed look. "Bitch."

"Don't be stingy you bloody Russian arse." Gideon glared at him.

"It's called caring."

"I need a drinking buddy not a mother. Either join me, or give me the damn bottle so I can drown my sorrows at the bottom of it."

"Sorry buddy, not happening." Hans gave him a sympathatic look.

"You need to talk to Ada." Artyom crossed his arms in front of his chest, giving Gideon an intimidating glare.

"Don't give me that look. You're not my daddy. I don't have to listen to you."

Hans burst out laghing. Artyom gave him a pointed look.

Hans grinned. "I can be your daddy and spank you for not listening to me."

"Grow a pair of tits and a vagina and I might reconsider your offer."

"Oh Gideon, your straight ass is sadder than a greek tragedy." Hans sighed dramatically, looking off into the distance.

"I swear if you don't shut up." Artyom swatted him in the back of the head.

"You little bitch, I'm trying to cheer him up." Hans complained, poking his cheek.

"What he needs to do is level up, and face his problem."

"Screw you Artyom. Hans is my new bestfriend. Bring it here mate." Gideon held up his fist and he bumped it with a cheeky grin.

Artyom sighed. "Gideon this situation won't fix itself. And I think you're making a bigger deal out of it than it really is. Just talk to her..."

"Which one?"

"Both."

Gideon thought about Genevieve's fiery temper, and Ada's cold anger, and shuddered. "Yeah, no, I'd rather bathe in a pool of acid."

"You're such a drama queen."
Artyom grabbed the bottle and filled Gideon's glass, then poured one for himself, and Hans.

"Thanks."

"That's exactly why I don't bother with relationships. Too much drama." Hans dawned his shot, and leaned over the counter.

"You don't get to talk about drama when your cock is the biggest dramatist of the century." Artyom scolded at him, emptying his own shot.

Hans laughed. "I take that as a compliment."

"It wasn't meant as one. There's nothing good about being a heartbreaker."