The Bitch Vs. The Brother

Chapter 3

Mikey

"Hoes," I muttered to myself as I watched a group of girls walking around with shorts so short that if they bent over, they would be flashing hopefully shaved kitties.

Mike grinned at me as he walked across the dance floor, following Vincent to the bar. I bumped into elbows, tripped over bare feet and I could've sworn I heard somebody call me a bitch. But maybe I was just hearing things over the blaring music.

Maybe.

"Took you long enough," Vincent said as he got us a table already and sat down. I flipped him the bird as I sat down, watching as Mike sat at the bar with a girl who had boobs as big as tennis balls.

Exactly.

"Only been five minutes and he's already making a move," Vincent laughs and I can't help but smile. My eyes travel back to the girl and I watch as Mike leans forward and touches her exposed hip, making her blue eyes glitter and her cheeks heat up. I smirk as he leans forward, kissing her slowly, before I look away. "That was fast. It's too bad that I'm not single. So much ass on display bro."

"Yeah. Look but don't touch, Vince," I remind him. He nods in understanding, standing up. I watch him silently as he walks over to Mike who's got his tongue deep in the same girl's mouth. He walks up to Mike, who continues kissing the girl, holding up a finger to Vincent, telling him to wait. Vincent, being impatient, grabs Mike's finger and pulls. The girl jumps and Mike rolls his eyes before grabbing a piece of paper and walking away with Vincent. When they come back, Mike looks smug as he places a glass on the table that I didn't see him with previously. It's filled with a brown liquid which I'm assuming is beer without the foam. Vincent grins when he sits back down as well. I however raise a brow.

"Got her number," Mike says and I grin, taking his glass and taking a sip before giving it back. As I look to my brother, he cocks his head and I nod, standing and walking with him to the bar. I order a gin and tonic; something simple. Vincent orders a shot of vodka, downs it, orders another one, downs it, and then orders and gin and tonic with a coke on the side to keep him stable for awhile. He shakes his head and smiles wide before walking back to the table, glass in hand. "Damn Vince. You know that you can't hold your alcohol well. Take it easy bro. We have all day," Mike says as he shakes his head, eyeing the girls who were currently grinding on each other very close to him. My eyes immediately follow where his are and it sparked my arousal. I've always had a thing for girl on girl action. Obviously Vincent felt the same way as he oogles the girls as well.

"Well shit," Vincent says and I nod, standing up again and making my way over to the black girl grinding on her friend. Her friend looked up and pulled her up as well, eyeing me. The black girl who was bent over, eyed me at a height of five foot eight, even in sneakers.

"Hey beautiful," I started and she raised an eyebrow. Her friend, who was white, tapped her shoulder, whispered something, and then walked in the direction of my brother and Mike, who stood up, but then sat down and pouted after Mike grabbed his shoulder. "I couldn't help but watch you, sweetheart."

She smiled. "Watch what? Me shake my ass?"

Foul mouth. I like her. "Dirty mouth of yours, love. And yes, as a matter of fact I was. I would love for you to dance with me. No pressure," I flirted and she thought for a few seconds and I mentally rolled my eyes. So friggin' picky.

"Sure. If you get to touchy then I'll snatch your balls off bud," her choice of words made me snort and nod as I grabbed her hand, leading her a little further up, turning around so that I still have sight of Vincent and Mike, who watch me with amused stares.