Page 30 of Revelry

Coop: Guess there will be lots of trips to the bathroom. Hold my hand?

Me: You wish.

Coop: Actually I’d prefer you held my cock, but I suppose I can settle.

Me: You’re disgusting.

Coop: And you’re stalling. Bring me my beer, wench woman.

Me: Fuck you.

Coop: Well, I really didn’t want any of them to win that bet, but okay. Be here in twenty mins.

Me: You’re serious?

Coop: As a heart attack.

Me: About which part? The beer or the fucking?

Coop: Both.

I sag back against the couch and groan. What is wrong with him? What is wrong with me that I’m actually entertaining this idea?

Me: I’m not coming over, and I’m not ever going to sleep with you.

Coop: Now who said anything about sleeping?

Me: I’m thinking you should take a leaf out of Zed’s book and become real familiar with your hand. I’ll see you in the morning.

My phone buzzes again. I look at my messages but it’s coming up with an “image not received” message. A second later there’s another text from Coop

Coop: Well, where’s my picture?

Me: What are you talking about?

Coop: I just sent you mine; now send me yours.

Me: You sent me what? I can’t see pictures on my phone.

Coop: WTF? You didn’t get a new phone when I told you to?

Me: Nope. I told you I don’t like being told what to do.

Coop: I’m beginning to see that, so I’ll say this nicely. Please send me a picture of your tits.

Me: OMG, you’re a fucking pervert.

Coop: Yes, yes I am. Now … tits, please.

I shake my head and throw my phone down on the coffee table, preparing to sleep, but it won’t stop beeping. I open my messages one last time and see his replies that have all gone unanswered.

Coop:Soooo … can I get my tits now please?

Coop:Ali?

Coop:Allllllli?

Coop:Come on, Ali-Cat.