Olympus Drive Book 2: Nothing to See Here

Chapter 39

Thyme

"Dad? Do you have a minute?" I ask, knocking on his office door.

"Yeah? What's up?" He asks, he looks---sober? Oh, no, wait, he's drinking coffee, so probably not.

"I wanted to talk to you about something," I say, sighing a little, "You know I had a date last night with Anna?"

"The gorgeous girl from your military? Yes," He says, understandingly.

"Yeah well, we went to a party and---were a bit drunk. Anyway we slept together—I wasn't thinking we would since it was a first date. And I know I was pretty drunk and she said she was too---so I feel bad. I hope she didn't do it just because she was drunk when she really didn't want to," I sigh, "But I also don't want to ask her and make her think that I'm feeling bad because she was drunk and I wasn't when I really was—I blacked out part of the night I don't remember getting home—"

"Son, son, what do I always tell you?" he asks.

"Stop pulling guns on people?" I ask, confused.

"The other thing," he sighs.

"Stop pulling knives on people?" I ask, hesitantly, not seeing where this is going.

"The thing about women---"

"OH---if she's wearing matching underwear and bra it was her idea not yours," I say, relieved.

"That's it," he says, pleased with himself, "Well?"

"Yeah she was—"

"Therefore when she got dressed she was thinking about having sex with you—ergo you were both probably equally drunk and acting on what you'd both already wanted to do," he says.

"Couldn't it be a coincidence it was matching?"

"Have you never seen a woman's underwear drawer?

"No."

"Okay take my word for it. Anyway, have you talked to her today? Is she cool?"

"Yeah yeah she was just hung over, I drove her to get her car," I say, "I borrowed your car sorry—"

"Not a problem I don't usually use it. Stamos can always drive me places he likes it."

"Thanks. And why is mom texting me 'if I kill your father it isn't my fault' did she find out about your secret family we're not supposed to talk about?"

"No," he says, choking on his coffee, "We had a disagreement."

"She says you electrocuted her. That shit hurts," I remind him, "Not cool to electrocute my mom."

"She was mind controlling me."

"However it's understandable," I say, nodding, "Is she actually on the warpath?"

"I don't know---I'm not staying at the house. The kids and I are with my mom for now," he says, "Sorry I---I should have told you earlier. You can't---you can stay wherever—"

"Dad, of course I'm staying with you. Or Detective Stamos he works long hours and after last night if I'm bringing a date home I'd like to do it to an actual bed," I say, rubbing my back.

"That's not very exciting is it? Walls were invented for a reason."

"Ew," I say, covering my ears.

"You---unlike basically any of your siblings actually---were conceived on a bed," he says, thoughtfully.

"Were you sober?"

"No, like all of your siblings I was not. Your grandfather still has the same taste in whiskey and I have the same habit of stealing it," he says, pleased with himself.

"Okay this was all knowledge I didn't need to have. Thanks dad."

"Anytime, look I'll work things out with your mother all right? I don't want you to love her any less."

"I love you better. I'll tell her not to kill you, bye," I say.

"Just have dinner with us at your grandma's tonight?" he says.

"I'll try," I feel like multiple dramatic things may happen before then.