Coyotes and Wolves, Milo Manheim Original Story

It's Not What You Need

I pounded my fist on the table. The loud music drowned out the sound of my not-so-mini failed attempt at anger management. Luckily the table was stable-ish. The only casualty was Estella's purse that got knocked over.

Damn it.

I leaned over to pick it up when two little glass bottles toppled out of it and rolled across the wooden floor. 

Shit! 

I chased the little bottles and grabbed them before anyone saw. I shoved them back into her purse, and examined them when they were out of sight. 

They turned out to be two glass airplane bottles of rum. I don't even want to mention the pack of cigarettes hidden in the bottom. 

I put her purse back where it had originally been on the table, and looked over at Estella. But, it didn't seem like she noticed me cleaning up the mess I'd made, she was too busy shaking her ass with Del. 

I picked up the drink that she'd left on the table and smelled the cup. 

Ugh!
I felt the sting of what seemed like an entire airplane bottle of rum go up my nose. She thought she was sneaky, hiding it in a Coke. 

Was she...drunk? I was wondering how she was managing her typical anxiety. She can usually deal for a while, but not for this long. Not when we're out in crowded places. 

I really don't have an opinion on people having a drink sometimes, it doesn't matter to me, so long as they're not driving or whatever. But, I don't like that she hid it. And I really don't like being around people who are drunk. It's annoying and triggering honestly, because of my dad. We also could've got banned from the club if someone saw me drop the bottles, or busted for underage drinking. It's just not smart to bring it here. What the fuck was she thinking?

As much as I wanted to keep the game going, I didn't know how much longer I could let this bullshit go on tonight. She wasn't just fucking with me anymore, she was putting herself at risk. I'm not trying to be dramatic, but I think she's going down a weird spiral after what happened to her. I either had to go dominant Milo right now and drag her out, or I had to do something that made her lose her shit and drop the act. 

The little brat wants to fuck with me, drink, and lie? Well then, maybe she deserves to lose her shit. 

I looked over at two girls in the corner. Each wearing fuck me pumps and short club dresses with gold and silver sequins. Like, what?  Did they get dressed together? Anyways. They'd both been eyeing me since I walked in, and when I looked over now they instantly started whispering to each other and giggling. The blonde one did the hair flip thing, and the brunette bent over pretending to fix her shoe, putting her ass on display. They were hot. Not really my type. But they were hot enough for what I needed them for. 

I let out a deep breath, preparing myself, and walked over to them.

"Ladies." I greeted, in my Prince Charming voice.

"Hi." They both said at once. Yeah, they definitely were sharing one brain. 

"Now, why aren't you out on the dance floor? You're way too gorgeous to be a wallflower." I baited them.

"I'm sorry." The brunette giggled. "Which one of us did you mean?" She asked in confusion. 

"Well, both of you, obviously." I expressed, with my signature wink and smile. 

They looked at each other and started giggling again. I shook my hips and showed off some dance moves, walking backwards to give them space, and offered them my hands. They both took a hand, and I twirled each one around, and led them to the dance floor. Luckily for me, my dance game is strong.