Eddie Munson - One Shots II

004. What Happens In Vegas

"Henderson's getting married!"

"Vegas baby! It's finally my year!"

"Uhm, what time are we meeting the girls?"

Harrington snapped me from my celebrations, and I downed the shot from the glass in my hand, before turning to him.

"Not that it's conventional, but in a half an hour." I confirmed.

"Who cares? Henderson and Suzie wanted to celebrate as like a joint thing. There's still gonna be beer and shots either way." Steve said, sounding a little narked.

"And how is it your year?" He added.

"I'm not allowed to point it out?" I asked, as Steve huffed.

"And it's my year because my most favourite little butthead is getting hitched." I added.

"You're literally the lost boy out of us all. You don't want this, someday? Vegas, with your soon to be wife? Getting married at the white chapel? Or a traditional wedding?" Steve asked, as I downed another shot, his words sinking down with it.

"Shit, Harrington. I didn't know we'd be having these deep conversations, tonight." I said, sinking down into the hotel armchair.

"Answer me." He said, unrelenting.

"Okay, sure. This is something I could maybe want. Someday. But that's way off, for me. And you know it. I'm not a Lost Boy." I said.

"No, but you're almost twenty eight and there isn't a single significant other in sight." Steve said.

"Harrington, I have plenty of time." I argued, rolling my eyes.

"Okay. I'm with Nancy, Henderson gets married tomorrow, to Suzie. Jeff is married, Gareth has a fiance. Grant has a girlfriend, Mikes still with El. Will is happily and civilly married to Mark, Jonathan is with Angie. Max and Lucas? Happily together with a mortgage. Fuck! Even Argyle has a girlfriend!" Steve said, reeling off the couples amongst our friendship group.

Only he'd left someone out.

"I'm not the only singleton. I'm not the only bachelor." I said.

"No, you're right. But you and Jennifer never got along when we were kids. You never have. So that's hopeless too." He said, as I scoffed.

"Dude? No." I said.

"Hey, you don't have to say it like that. Like she's disgusting. You can say it exactly as it is. You tolerate each other. But she is stunning. And you can't say she isn't. Maybe that's what bothers you so damn much." Steve said, his hands on his hips, staring me down like an angry mom.

"She's gorgeous, Harrington. Never said she wasn't. That firecracker red hair, the perfect 40's curls, the tattoos...." I said, trailing off.

"Remind me why you don't get along again?" He asked, as I sighed deeply.

"We just never have, Harrington. We've never meshed, never gelled. I don't know why, but she's never liked me, and I've never liked her." I said.

"Haven't seen her properly, for months." I added.

"You're old enough to try. Starting with this weekend." He urged, as I flipped him off.

"Nice." He added, sarcastically.

"Are you fucking ready yet?" I asked, impatiently.

"Yes! Let's go. Everyone's in the lobby." He said, his tone scolding.