Playing the Part

12. threesomes are leon's thing

Everett

Tonight, Warriors are playing the Suns on TV and Leon is playing with some blonde girl's tits. 

Nick's slumped over his phone, completely ignoring the presence of Leon and his conquest of the night while I'm trying to lose blondie's friend who's caressing my thigh. 

"What's wrong, Everett? We had fun the last time, didn't we?" She bats her lashes at me and inches her fingers up north. 

I grab her wrist and place it back on the couch. "I'm not interested." 

She pouts at me in a way that makes my skin crawl. "That's not what you said when you were pounding me from behind." 

"Hey, baby. He's taken. Why don't you come over here?" Leon stops making out with blondie and pats the seat next to him. 

But she doesn't let up. Instead, she crosses her arms and cocks her head angrily. "We had a connection, Everett." 

I run a hand through my damp hair. "I'm sorry but I don't even remember your name." 

"Fuck you." She stomps away, presumably to sulk about it. 

"Baby. Where are you going?" Leon exclaims from the couch but continues letting blondie grind on him like she's some fucking carrot getting shredded. Leon's dick's the grater. "Everett, c'mon. Give her a little attention, will you?" 

"I'm in a relationship, you fucking moron." I grab my car keys from the coffee table, done with his shit. "Whatever. I'm heading out. Nick you coming?" 

He wiggles his eyebrows and smirks. "Nah. I'm not a fan of third wheeling. Threesomes are Leon's thing."

I push his head into the couch. "Watch your mouth." 

As I start the engine, I tip my head against the headrest. Because Allie's all I can think about. And I can't wait to see her again tonight.  

God, I'm such a fucking teenager. 

*

Allie

"I'm not made for long haul flights." Alex sighs through the phone before a slew of alleged improper Cantonese leaves her mouth. 

I'm lying on our couch, head still pounding a little and throat still burning, but feeling significantly better. 

Chinese Panadol for the win. 

"You have no right to complain before your parents." Alex's parents are closing sixty but still look like they're in their prime. 

She huffs. "Shut up. I have the right to complain about anything to you. Including the fact that Conor's getting hit on fucking everywhere. I don't see it. He's got the emotional range of a sedimentary rock."

I toy with the remote control. "That's a very specific type of rock." 

"Just glad it's over. There's so much walking too, Jesus Christ." 

"R-" Before I can continue, the doorbell rings and my immediate thought is someone in my family died and I'd regret not spending enough time with them.

Which is a pretty morbid and fucked up thought but it's definitely one that resurfaces once in a while. 

I bring Alex with me and open the door with just enough space to catch glimpse of a freshly showered Everett holding takeout. 

He's wearing a plain t-shirt that hugs his muscular chest and wide shoulders disturbingly well and grey jogger shorts.