Knocking Around Inside My Head: Weekend Write-In

Saturday Night (#bluff)

Bryan jiggled the key in the lock as quietly as he could and eased the front door open before placing a tentative foot on a creaky floorboard.  

"IT IS 1:30 AM YOUNG MAN!"

"Dad!" Bryan jumped, obviously not expecting his father to be standing in the dark foyer wearing only his boxer shorts. He glanced back outside over his shoulder. A soft hiccup and giggle returned from the porch.

"Bryan," said his father, now calm and polite, though Bryan still shuddered from the strain in his father's voice–he was screwed. "Who. Is. With. You?"

"Hi, Mr. Pecori," said Brianna with a goofy grin as she stumbled into the house holding Bryan's hand.

Ian exchanged stares with his son. His stern and parental. Bryan's pleading and desperate. 

"You told me you were sleeping over at Finn's house tonight," said Ian, his eyebrows furrowed. "Explain." 

Bryan looked anxiously at Brianna who hiccupped again and put her cheek affectionately on his shoulder, then back at father. Bryan measured an inch taller than Ian these days, but his own lanky frame and peach fuzz covered chin couldn't match the intimidation factor of his father's heavy, hairy seething chest and gritted teeth.

"Er...um...Brianna's car broke down," said Bryan.

"Were you drinking at a party?"

"No!" said Bryan.

"No!" said Brianna snapping her head to attention for a moment before a silly smile returned to her face and she sniffed the air, "is that chocolate?"

Ian ignored her and returned his attention to his son. "You are going to walk Brianna home right now young man."

"It's too far, I can call her an Uber."

"It is only two miles. You are personally going to assure she gets home, and you are too broke to afford two Uber rides."

"You won't..." asked Bryan.

"Pay for it?" Ian intensified his glare. "Not when you waltz in unexpectedly in the middle of the night."

"Can I borrow the...?" Bryan abandoned his request mid-sentence. Anger flickered in his father's eyes. "Fine."

"I need to pee first?" said Brianna.

"Of course," said Ian and Bryan kindly in unison. 

Brianna left father and son locked in a silent battle and walked slightly unsteadily down the hall. She returned a minute later. Bryan broke eye contact, gripped her hand tightly, and left without another word.

Ian shut the door and let out a deep sigh.

"Well that was uncomfortably close," said a sultry female voice. "I'm surprised you didn't call his bluff." Martha slid beside Ian and nibbled his ear.

"I wasn't about to shut the door and reveal your hiding spot. They weren't drunk enough not to be embarrassed." He wrapped his arms around his naked wife and pulled her closer.

"I'm getting chocolate sauce on you!" she laughed. 

"Well, you will just have to lick it off me after I'm finished with you." He kissed her neck softly. "Now, where were we? Ah, here," he said slowly licking her breast. His wife groaned. Ian chuckled and they returned to the shadows of the living room.