I'll Get The Coffee

Chapter Forty-Six

"Does it turn you on when women make the first move?"

John choked on his drink at the sound of Thea's words. The night had worn on and the group were now scattered around the bar. Mason and Lucy looking cosy on a sofa now that his shift had finished, whispering not-so-sweet nothings in the other's ear whilst John cast envious eyes their way, they really had it made, sex whenever you wanted with no worries about how the morning after would be. Ben enjoying the attention of a rowdy group of middle-aged women in pink glitter cowboy hats. John and CeeCee alone at a table, well in earshot of the bar where Thea had once again positioned herself much to Declan's dismay. She had been flicking through a magazine Debbie had left behind and had zoned in on an article about 'getting to know someone better' and now was grilling Declan with increasingly uncomfortable questions whilst John and Celeste listened in; John in amusement and Celeste in complete horror.

To the surprise of both John and Celeste, the usually unflappable Declan looked thrown. John was sure he could see a hint of colour in his cheeks as he felt the heat of Thea's gaze and the weight of anticipation of his answer.

Did it!? Well he knew for sure he wasn't turned on by having someone throw themselves at him. He liked the thrill of the chase, knowing he had the ability to win over a girl who had originally seemed out of reach. Like Olivia. But when she made the first move to initiate anything like she had been more and more recently, well nothing turned him on more than that. However, he was pretty sure that wasn't what Thea wanted to hear.

He wasn't an asshole. Thea was harmless really and a good looking girl, he should be flattered she was interested in him. He had to let her down gently because God knows she wasn't getting the hint he wasn't flirting back.

"Sorry," his phone vibrated against his thigh, rescuing him from the most awkward of situations. "Need to deal with this," he excused himself to the kitchen as a message from Liv popped on his home screen, and it wasn't the first of the night.

Thea was drunk enough now that she took Dec's snub on the chin, shrugging her shoulders as he disappeared from sight, picking her drink up and heading across the room.

"I think it's time Lucy took her home to bed," Celeste watched as Thea joined Lucy and Mason, blissfully unaware she was interrupting anything as she squeezed herself onto the sofa next to them. John wasn't listening; he'd jumped up to grab the magazine that Thea had been flicking through. "Debbie's a randy old fucker isn't she?!" He announced any filter he had long lost to alcohol. "10 best woman on top sex positions," he studied the magazine cover.

"John!" Celeste clutches a hand across her chest, extremely glad that neither Debbie or Tony were around. "She's not old." If she looked as good as Debbie did at her age then she'd be very happy. "In fact, I'm sure you once said 'well I wouldn't say no, can't beat experience."

Laughed boomed from John's chest, he didn't remember that, but that was the thing about Celeste, she remembered everything, from the most passing of comments to the most minute of details, like which shower gel he liked best, even he didn't know that. "How pissed was I?" He asked, his eyebrows a little wonky as he was more than a little pissed right now.

"Very," Celeste recalled, but she had still been as jealous as if he'd said it sober. All the way home she'd whined to Olivia that he couldn't possibly be interested in her because he'd never said anything like that about her. Olivia listened patiently for a while, just as she always did before finally shutting Celeste up with the declaration that John did in fact say things 'like that' about Celeste, mostly when he was very drunk in Liv's bed and all she wanted to do was sleep. Liv insisted if Celeste heard his filthy words 'you'd be clutching your proverbial pearls'.