bright blue eyes. She is dating the same guy she dated in college. They have a cool relationship. He plays cards with his boys on Wednesday nights and she comes here and drinks wine with me.
I don’t typically like my friend’s boyfriends and they never like me, but in his case, I approve. Why? He doesn’t put up a fight about Wine Wednesdays. He even brings her and drops her off so she doesn’t have to drive. Two thumbs up from me.
Macey is that friend that is quiet until she’s shit faced, then she is hell on heels. Her short bobbed black hair and perfectly applied makeup gives her a rock chick feel.
Wine Wednesdays at my place are a hell of a lot safer to hang out with her. When we used to go out, it was a given she would pick a fight with the biggest guy in the bar. Took me a long time to figure out why…angry sex. Crazy bitch loved to get them going to the point they would end up in the bathroom, or alley taking their frustrations out on each other's bodies.
Steph loves wine, Macey tolerates it, says it’s for me.
I’ll take it.
We have my 90’s playlist cranking, Eve 6, Third Eye Blind, Everlast, some of my dad’s favorites and they’re talking about their pets as if they’re children.
“You need a dog.” Steph points at me, one eye drooping just a touch, a telltale sign she’s had a few too many sips.
“You’re out of your damn mind.” I point back mimicking her by squinting one eye.
She immediately points to her eye. “This already?”
“You’ve only had three glasses of wine for fuck’s sake.” Macey laughs.
“That’s almost her limit.” I smirk as I get off my comfy, leather couch and make my way to the island and open another bottle of Red Cat. “Almost.”
She holds out her glass giggling and Macey rolls her eyes and sighs. “Must you give her more?”
“Oh, put a cork in it,” Steph says and laughs.
“I’d rather put a dick in it.” She holds out her glass and rolls her eyes. “But it’s Wine Wednesday, yippee.”
“Shut up and drink, snatch,” I say filling her glass.
A knock at the door and I am stupidly excited about the guys meeting the girls. I purposely didn’t tell them.
“My co-workers are here,” I announce as I walk towards the door.
“Your co-workers?” They both ask at the same time.
“Yep.” And there’s the shock.
I don’t mix business with pleasure. Ever. My friends from work don’t meet my friends from home and vice-versa. We may all be a big dysfunctional family when we’re at work but home is home.
I open the door and see them standing there. They all look at me like I’ve grown an extra head.
Shit.
“Nice duds,” Ricco says pushing past me.
“Cute unicorn, Kat.” Marco points to my tank top.
Zack stands looking at me like he’s confused. “What?”
“You.” He scratches his head. “You look different. Less goth, more girl.”
“Shut up douche,” I say as I turn and walk back from the foyer to the living area.
I make sure to contain my laughter; this night couldn’t be any more perfect. I got the shock on both ends, and the awe is just as powerful.
Ricco and Marcus are looking around like they are in a far off land, and Steph and Macey are looking at them so uncomfortably that it can’t be helped. I laugh, I laugh so hard I snort and nearly snot.
I look over and I swear to God Steph has pulled her Coach bag closer to her.
“I’ll be back,” I say walking towards the bedroom. “Wine’s in the fridge, Jack’s on the counter, help yourselves.”
After relieving my full bladder, I wipe, wash, and walk out to the living area where the girls haven’t moved and the guys are in the kitchen. Ricco is sitting on the island, Marcus and Zack are standing next to each other whispering and chuckling.
“What is this a junior high dance?” I ask walking over and grabbing the bottle of Red Cat.
Ricco shoves his toothpick to the corner of his mouth. “Nice digs.”
“What’s wrong with my house?” I ask
I don’t typically like my friend’s boyfriends and they never like me, but in his case, I approve. Why? He doesn’t put up a fight about Wine Wednesdays. He even brings her and drops her off so she doesn’t have to drive. Two thumbs up from me.
Macey is that friend that is quiet until she’s shit faced, then she is hell on heels. Her short bobbed black hair and perfectly applied makeup gives her a rock chick feel.
Wine Wednesdays at my place are a hell of a lot safer to hang out with her. When we used to go out, it was a given she would pick a fight with the biggest guy in the bar. Took me a long time to figure out why…angry sex. Crazy bitch loved to get them going to the point they would end up in the bathroom, or alley taking their frustrations out on each other's bodies.
Steph loves wine, Macey tolerates it, says it’s for me.
I’ll take it.
We have my 90’s playlist cranking, Eve 6, Third Eye Blind, Everlast, some of my dad’s favorites and they’re talking about their pets as if they’re children.
“You need a dog.” Steph points at me, one eye drooping just a touch, a telltale sign she’s had a few too many sips.
“You’re out of your damn mind.” I point back mimicking her by squinting one eye.
She immediately points to her eye. “This already?”
“You’ve only had three glasses of wine for fuck’s sake.” Macey laughs.
“That’s almost her limit.” I smirk as I get off my comfy, leather couch and make my way to the island and open another bottle of Red Cat. “Almost.”
She holds out her glass giggling and Macey rolls her eyes and sighs. “Must you give her more?”
“Oh, put a cork in it,” Steph says and laughs.
“I’d rather put a dick in it.” She holds out her glass and rolls her eyes. “But it’s Wine Wednesday, yippee.”
“Shut up and drink, snatch,” I say filling her glass.
A knock at the door and I am stupidly excited about the guys meeting the girls. I purposely didn’t tell them.
“My co-workers are here,” I announce as I walk towards the door.
“Your co-workers?” They both ask at the same time.
“Yep.” And there’s the shock.
I don’t mix business with pleasure. Ever. My friends from work don’t meet my friends from home and vice-versa. We may all be a big dysfunctional family when we’re at work but home is home.
I open the door and see them standing there. They all look at me like I’ve grown an extra head.
Shit.
“Nice duds,” Ricco says pushing past me.
“Cute unicorn, Kat.” Marco points to my tank top.
Zack stands looking at me like he’s confused. “What?”
“You.” He scratches his head. “You look different. Less goth, more girl.”
“Shut up douche,” I say as I turn and walk back from the foyer to the living area.
I make sure to contain my laughter; this night couldn’t be any more perfect. I got the shock on both ends, and the awe is just as powerful.
Ricco and Marcus are looking around like they are in a far off land, and Steph and Macey are looking at them so uncomfortably that it can’t be helped. I laugh, I laugh so hard I snort and nearly snot.
I look over and I swear to God Steph has pulled her Coach bag closer to her.
“I’ll be back,” I say walking towards the bedroom. “Wine’s in the fridge, Jack’s on the counter, help yourselves.”
After relieving my full bladder, I wipe, wash, and walk out to the living area where the girls haven’t moved and the guys are in the kitchen. Ricco is sitting on the island, Marcus and Zack are standing next to each other whispering and chuckling.
“What is this a junior high dance?” I ask walking over and grabbing the bottle of Red Cat.
Ricco shoves his toothpick to the corner of his mouth. “Nice digs.”
“What’s wrong with my house?” I ask
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