Ezra's Winner

Eight

Ezra's POV

"I hate shots. I hate them." I washed down the shot with a sip of my drink.

Kenai only laughed. He took the shot with ease, with not a single look of discomfort on his face. I'm not even surprised. Of course, he'd take shots like that. 

"Then why'd you order them?" He asked as he repositioned himself on the barstool.

As he did a whiff of his scent and cologne hit my nose. I ignored it.

"I didn't, Whitney did." I don't know all of a sudden it was hard to speak to him. I blame it on the fact that I was getting tipsy, and I usually don't when I drink. I know when to stop. Which was now. I needed to stop now.

Kenai watched as I pushed my drink back. His eyes squinting as he looked me over.

"Why do you have an attitude?" He asked randomly.

"I don't," My gaze narrowed on him, Kenai's brow raised.

"Try that again." He leaned forward and grabbed my drink, his scent hitting me again at his closeness. There was a hardness in his voice that made my body tense. The same authority was held earlier in the day. The same one that had Lucien come forward. As he was now.

I watched as he took a sip of my drink, and a look of appreciation covered his face.

"I'm usually better at controlling how much I drink, but I guess today I'm not." I shrugged, the admission coming out of me.

"Alpha Ezra, you telling me you're a lightweight?" An amused look danced on his face as he looked me over, again. 

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, I am. You have learned my big, bad, dark secret. You happy now?"

"I am actually." He downed the rest of my negroni and called for the bartender. "Can I order another?" The bartender smirked at him and nodded quickly.

"Anything else, sweetness?" She pushed her chest up just a tad, to make her boobs look bigger. 

I watched as Kenai looked over her face and then his eyes found her chest. Which of course he would. Why wouldn't he do it? Straight guys love boobs.

"No that's all, darling," Kenai told her and a blush covered the girl's cheeks. 

"I think our mission is complete, sweetness." I mocked the girl and Kenai turned to me. I don't know why I did. But I did. 

"What do you mean?"

"Oh please, stop with the fake ignorance," I groaned, "you can't tell she was into you?"

"The bartender? It's her job to flirt with customers." He shrugged and leaned against the bar.

"She didn't flirt with me." 

"Oh?" Kenai smirked and I could tell he was fighting off a laugh. "Aren't you gay?"

"Yeah. So?"

"And isn't that something well-known amongst the pack?" The bartender placed another negroni and then winked at him quickly before turning away.

"Well, I guess it is." I shrugged, feeling incredibly embarrassed at my outburst. This is why I don't get drunk. I get weird. And I am being way too weird right now with my new friend.

Kenai laughed instead of responding and patted my shoulder. Again. "You're funny when you're tipsy. Your brain seems to stop working."

"Yeah, I don't need to drink anymore."