Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

15) BBT

Brett hesitates, his gaze fixed on Eddy.
But before he can answer they are interrupted by a very tipsy, energetic, red head bouncing up and down.
Eddy knows this guy, he always enters the room with Brett, so he must be a friend of his. And he apparently has the timing of a toddler running into the bedroom when his parents finally thought they could have some sexy time together.

"Brett! Brett! Brett! Come! Now! We must have some bubble tea before they close! We need to goooooo!"
He grabs Brett's arm in a firm grip and drags him away from Eddy. Brett, unable to resist the immense force of his friend's grip, is dragged out of sight.
Eddy silently swears and makes a face.
Timo is suddenly at his side.

"And?" he wants to know.

Eddy looks sideways and lets out a heartfelt "Fuck!"

Timo raises his eyebrows, questioning, waiting for Eddy to go on.

Eddy sulks. "Oh man! I'm falling so hard here, it's not even funny. I'm so lost for him. He is definitely someone I want to date. Do you know he has a great sense of humour? But he got cold feet. Maybe. He couldn't answer my offer of him going home with me."

"I could see you were hitting it off nicely until that black haired lady decided to feel him up. And then.. euh... what is the story with that red-head friend of his dragging him off to God knows where?" Timo looks at the point where Brett was dragged off by said friend.

Eddy shrugs. "I have no idea. Something about bubble tea. But I thought we did well too, until this moment. We'll must see what happens."

"Yeah. Call him tomorrow. You did get his phone number this time, right?!" Timo asks urgently.

Eddy startles and looks wide eyed at his good friend. "Aw fuck! I forgot."

"Oh God, EDDY! You moron!"

They both roll their eyes and Eddy downs his glass in one go in frustration.

......

Outside, Brett is still being pulled along by his arm by Vincent to join a group consisting of about 10 people. Mason is there and so is Peter.

Peter sees them first. "Ey Brett, where's Eddy?"

Vincent startles, finally losing his hold on Brett's hand and looks around at him, clearly just now realizing that he didn't give Brett time to end things nicely with Eddy. "Oi! Sorry Brett..."

Mason looks at the grumpy looking Brett and then at him. "What did you do Vin?!" he growls.

Brett replies before Vincent can answer. "It's fine, I guess. He got me out of answering a though question."

Mason looks at him questioning.
Brett replies with a determinded, ask-no-questions-now- look "Later. Okay?"

Mason nods reluctantly. "Want to go back and ask him to join us?"

Brett considers it for a moment, watching the entrance of the Club with a frown in his forehead and decides against it. He shakes his head. "Next time. Let's head out for BBT."

They leave in a state best described as a big bantering pile of dogs. Or rather puppies. The mood light and bubbly. Brett is trying to follow with it and not to think of who and what he left behind. He doesn't know what he would have answered anyway. He's confused to no end. Better not think about it now.

Suddenly he feels an arm slip around his waist. It's the black haired girl from before. She manages to duck underneath Brett's arm, resulting in that his arm is suddenly rested on top of her shoulders. Apparently they are walking together now? Brett is surprised. How did she manage to get it this way so quickly now?
She looks up at him and flutters her lashes, like all women tend do to get a males attention.

"Hey Brett. I've heard good things about you. So nice to finally meet you now."

Brett just inclines his head and nods in acknowledgement. He isn't in the mood to talk to her and even not happy he has to walk like this. Thank God he doesn't have to say anything, because she immediately starts talking. It turns out that she's a real chatterbox, almost taking no time to even breathe. She talks about herself as in third person. It's very annoying. Brett wonders if he's ever met someone more like an anime character like this woman. And she apparently likes her name a lot, because even while he doesn't want to, he knows her name is Trixy from just talking to her for a minute, because she has used it already ten times. Isn't that, like, a hookers name?

At the bubble tea shop he manages to get out of her grasp when they need to order their drinks. She takes an enormous amount of time deciding what she wants, wondering aloud which flavor to choose. Everybody is relieved when she finally chooses. 'Trixy' would want the 'unicorn' drink, way too sweet, too many colours and even dares to choose strawberry popping instead of tapioca and adds another mix jelly with it to compleet the abomination. Brett can only look in horror. Doesn't she realise how big of a turn-off that choice is?!
He's next in line. His choice is already set, of course. He wants it the way he always has.
"Hi, I would like the original, medium, half sugar, half ice, and tapioca, please. Oh, and here's my card." He waits patiently for his stamp on his regulars-card and hurries off to his friends, trying to stay out of Trixy's grasp.

When they all have their drinks they go to the back, rearrange the seats there, dragging the chairs together so they can talk together in the way too loud manner that happens when people have been drinking. Trixy is on Brett's lap before he knows it. How annoying. Brett looks her up more closely. Her bum is nice and perky. Her breast look soft. Her face without a wrong spot and lush lips. Her hair black and long. She's definitely pretty. Vincent would die to have her on his lap. Normally he wouldn't have minded it himself. So why is he so annoyed now?

Not long after finishing their drinks they rise to leave, thank God. Brett and Mason are the last ones to leave, taking care the place is left like they found it before they invaded it, throwing away empty cups and the like.

When they walk through the door, Brett is immediately tackled by Trixy again. She pulls him to the side of the group and pounces on him with vigour. Her kiss aggressive and lustful. Brett, surprised by the action, barely manages to push her a bit away so they lose contact.

"Let's have some sexy time Brett..." she licks his cheek. "Let's go and fuck each other's brains out. Your place?" She bites her lower lip seductively and winks.

Oh God. Brett so doesn't want this. How can he get her off him?

"Sorry love, Brett will come with me like we already planned. We've arranged a men's night, including brainless video games and booze, so no ladies following us tonight." It's Mason to the rescue. Thank heavens!

The lady in question actually sulks, pouting lips and all, although it's just for a short moment. "Ah well, shame. Maybe some other time." She then shrugs and puts her interest immediately at someone else. "Jason! How are you! You wanna walk me home?"

Brett puts his arm around Masons and whispers a very relieved "Thank you!!!"
His friend just smirks a devious smile. "Let's go and play some Smash Bro's then, okay?" He then calls out loud "Vin, Peet? You commin' with us?"