At every turn I think I see Coco’s face, her smile, her bright eyes, her curves.
I have this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach that won’t quit, and the more I try to drown the feeling in liquor, the stronger it seems to get.
What the hell, right?
“Go easy on the booze, Zach, my boy.” Ezra pushes away from Gael to wrap a heavy arm over my shoulders. “You’ll get hammered.”
“I thought that was the idea.”
“We already are hammered! What about alclol... alcolol... alcohol poisoning?”
“We’re way past that,” I snort.
“Hm.” He frowns, giving this some thought. “Ya think?”
Gael slaps me on the back. He’s still laughing uproariously, and that sets me off again. Everything seems kind of funny right now, and when the bartender hands me my cocktail, I down it in one go.
Damn, I’m thirsty.
A pretty chick presses her round tits to the bar and flags the bartender down. I watch her, still breathlessly laughing, watch the soft mounds pressing into the bar, and lust floods my blood.
Only it’s not her face I see, it’s another, large eyes and a small, plump mouth, framed by pink hair...
“Let’s go then!” Gael crows and slaps me again on the back.
I blink. “What? Where?”
“To get that tattoo!”
“What tattoo?”
“Oh come on, don’t be a fucking spoilsport.” Ezra grabs my arm and pulls me away from the bar. “You said you wanted one.”
“Did I? When?”
And then I turn around and there she is, in the flesh. The real thing.
Coco…
I mean, I think it’s her. Is it really her? I almost reach out to touch her face but she flinches away.
That’s not funny at all. If it’s really her, she’s scared of me, and if it’s not, then I’m losing my goddamn mind.
“Zach,” she whispers, so that means it’s her, I guess?
“Coco,” I breathe. “What are you doing here?”
The stupidest question ever asked. It’s a bar. She probably hangs out here often. It’s I who doesn’t get out often enough.
“I’m here with the girls,” she says. I watch her mouth move and I’m too drunk to get really hard but my dick is valiantly trying. Her mouth on my mouth, her mouth around my cock, her mouth open as she moans, as she comes?—
“Come on, man.” Gael hauls me away from her. “We’ll be late.”
“Late for what? Wait?—”
“We’ll walk, it’s not far.”
“What isn’t?” Twisting my head, I see Coco diminishing as if in a nightmare, while I yearn to get back to her, but invisible forces are dragging me away. “I said, wait.”
