Take My Hand

43 Of The Game

"Get that guy on the left." Sasha murmured to me and I stalked the character into position before taking the shot.

"Should we try to get in from the side?" I asked as we maneuvered around the landscape. Sasha shook his head.

"Get onto the building in front. You should snipe them from above first. I will draw out the guys on the ground." He moved behind a wall and waited while I got into position.

"Okay, go." I squinted my eyes and started taking them out while Sasha dodged their fire and taunted them with a scattering of bullets. He was more agile with the controller and I was a better shot.

"Good shot. One more." He murmured. "Never mind, I got him." We crept into the building and took out the guys that hadn't come out yet. Once we hit the checkpoint and saved the game, it was time for a bathroom break.

"I gotta pee. Be right back." I ran for the tiny toilet on the main floor and sighed in relief as I let it all out. I shook it off and washed my hands. When I came out, I heard voices.

"Where is your boy?" I came into the living room just as Demyan was asking Sasha the question. I waved to him wordlessly and scooted around to sit back down on the couch next to Sasha.

"Hello mister Demyan. Nice to see you again. How are you?" I said politely. It wasn't nice to see him. He was wearing too much gold, a bright yellow shirt with pineapples on it and black leather pants. It made my eyes hurt.

"I'm good, I'm good. I was just trying to get your boyfriend Aleksandr to go to a club with me. What do you say, boy, you want to go to the club with him?" He was looking at me with that fake smile and I hesitated.

"Demmy, he doesn't know the rules. It is too soon for that kind of thing." Sasha said with a frown. Demmy exaggerated as he scoffed and made a face like he was put out.

"Come on... it isn't so hard to tell him quickly. You haven't been out with me in ages. Have a few drinks and enjoy a show with me." He cajoled while Sasha stared him down.

"It's not that simple." He argued. Demmy grinned shrugged.

"So, make it simple. You keep saying he is smart and a natural. Give it a shot." He put his hands together to beg him and Sasha sighed.

"I... I can stay home if you want. You can go out with him alone if you prefer, Sir." I whispered to him. He looked at me with a frown and patted my head absently.

"See? The boy doesn't mind if you go. Come on. Let's have some fun. You never have fun with me anymore." Demmy was still trying to get him to agree. Sasha waved his hand, and his cousin made a touch down sign. "Yes!"

"Give us an hour. We will meet you there." Sasha finally said in a resigned voice. Demmy gave double finger guns and winked at me before strolling out the door whistling to himself.

"Sorry Sir, but he's kind of pushy huh?" I looked at Sasha with a pitying look. He rolled his eyes at me and smiled sardonically.

"That is not his worst. Come on then, we need to get you ready." He pulled me up with him from the couch and we went upstairs. His brow was furrowed as he dug through the closet muttering.

I was rather interested to see him bring out a pair of leather pants and a black shirt. He looked over at me and ducked back into the closet. I heard him moving things around, and when he came back out, I raised a brow.

"Uh, where is the rest of it?" I asked humorously. He laughed a little and tossed them at my head. I grabbed the pair of shorts and held them up. They were really short.