In My Hour of Need

Chapter 18

I pulled away and looked at him. He was blushing, but smiling too. Oh, good, I thought, then he liked it. I was worried he might not. "Uh, you know", I said, "I saw a cool restaurant on the way here. If you want, we could go there". He smiled. "As long as we don't order snails this time", he laughed. I laughed too, and started the car. We drove for 15 minutes to come to the restaurant. We went out of the car, and opened the door to the place. It was packed. "Oh, great", I sighed. "Its fine", Junior said, and pulled my arm, "We'll find a table". Oh, good, because I loved eating with people up in my face. Believe it or not, but we actually found a decent table, not too close to people. We grabbed a couple of menus and sat down. Everything was in French, but with pictures this time, so we didn't order snails. I bent over the table to see what Junior was having. "Find anything?", I asked. He looked up at me and laughed. I probably looked like a fucking idiot, peeking over the top of his menu. "Yeah", he smiled, "That". He put the menu down and pointed at a pizza. "Oh, cool", I said, "You know, we could just order a big one and share it" "Sure". I waved at the waiter. "Hey!", I yelled, "We're ready to order!" Junior was probably fucking embarrassed; I knew you weren't supposed to yell at the waiters. "Yes?", he said when he came over. "That one", I ordered, "Large. Oh, and I'll have a beer". Junior looked at me with a confused expression. "Dave, you're driving". I shrugged. "Nah, we'll sleep in the car". Junior rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll have one too, then". The waiter wrote it all down. "A large pepperoni, two beers? That's it?", he asked. We nodded. As he left, Junior leaned over the table. "We're sleeping in the car tonight? Seriously?", he asked. I shrugged. "Yeah, the pizza probably won't come until everyone else has got their food, we just arrived, it'll take forever, and I'll be too tired to drive". He leaned back and sighed. "Hey", I said, to try to cheer him up, "It'll be fun. Besides, we could just push the backseats all the way back, and it'll be like beds". He looked at me, but didn't look too happy. "You know, if it's cold, we'll have to cuddle to keep ourselves warm", I teased. He started to smile. Cool, I was really good at this relationship thing. "Fine", he said, "It'll be fun..." I smiled too. "Told ya".

When we got the pizza, we had managed to drink two beers each... and order a bottle of wine... and down it. God, we were so fucking drunk. I think the waiter could tell, because he took a detour to avoid us when he was waiting the other tables. Since we had only been drinking, we were both hungry as hell, and ate the pizza in about ten minutes. It took half an hour for the waiter to come back though. "Desert?", he asked us as he picked up the plate the pizza had been on. I leaned over the table to Junior. "Baaabe, how would you like some desseeeert?", I asked in a fake British accent, so drunk I didn't know what I was saying. Geez, how much alcohol did that bottle contain? I think I drank more than Junior. He just laughed. "Yes, daaarling", he answered me, and turned to the waiter, which didn't even smile. "We would like the menus", I said, like if it was obvious. He rolled his eyes and handed us two menus. "Sweets, how about wine for dessert?", I asked Junior. I'm actually surprised we weren't kicked out of that place. I hope the waiter wasn't fired for giving us too much to drink. "Yeah!", Junior answered. And we kept drinking...

When we left the restaurant we were so drunk we couldn't see where we were going. We didn't even know which car was ours. I opened the door for Junior. "Please enter the car, gentleman", I said. "Thank you, slave", he answered. I got in on his side of the car too, and crawled over him. We were both laughing harder than we ever had before. "Oh, I'll be your slave alright", I said, and pulled my shirt off. In a matter of seconds I was all over him, and he was all over me.