But, it could’ve been the liquor or the heart-pounding music booming around us.
A blonde woman headed over and stood at her side. She had blue eyes and a tight dress. Her big boobs pushed against the top, struggling not to reveal her nipples. Nice body. Nice look, but the usual. There were fifty other blondes, lining the walls with even tighter outfits.
I turned back to Miss Kingmaker and smiled again at the shirt.
Damn. She’s such a nerd. Why is that turning me the fuck on so much.
I could see myself peeling off those tight pants that were painted to her voluptuous ass.
“She’s fine as fuck, but you’re probably her type.” Tyson grabbed my attention. “The hot ones always go after you. I’ll take the friend.”
I stared at Miss Kingmaker and was happy Tyson didn’t want to fight for her. “Good.”
“Yeah.” Tyson gestured for them to come over. “You take the fine one. I’ll grab the friend. We can take both back to my place, so your sisters won’t cock block.”
“I never take women back to my place anyway.”
Tyson gestured for them again.
Miss Kingmaker raised her eyebrows and then looked away, probably not interested in walking over to two guys she didn’t know at a bar. Meanwhile, the blonde smiled at the both of us, grabbed her friend’s hand, and dragged her over to us.
“Damn, you’re lucky man.” Tyson grinned. “She’s smoking hot.”
“Well, truthfully, they both are beautiful.”
“Yeah. Yeah, but you owe me.”
I nodded. “I sure do.”
Miss Kingmaker and Blondie arrived.
Tyson rose and gestured for them to pick a seat. For whatever reason, he turned to Miss Kingmaker. “What would you two like to drink?”
Dude, get the friend. I’ve got the hot one. Remember?
“No drinks for me.” Miss Kingmaker remained standing and shook her head. “I’m the designated driver.”
The blonde sat down next to me. “I would love a margarita.”
Why isn’t Tyson talking to the blonde?
“Sounds good. You can order whatever you want. The waitress will bill me.” I rose and walked over to Miss Kingmaker as Tyson was talking to her.
She turned my way and quirked her eyebrows.
I smiled at her. “I know you’re the designated driver, but you can still have a mineral water. Would you like that?”
“That sounds good,” she said. “But, I’ll get one later.
Tyson frowned.
Hey, man. You said I could have the fine one. Go talk to the blonde.
I shrugged at him, turned back to her, and pointed at her shirt. “That’s classic Mulligan. Are you a fan or a fronter?”
She laughed. “Super fan.”
“Prove it.” I smirked. “Can you name all the houses and—”
“Eh…man?” Tyson gave me an odd look, leaned my way, and whispered low in my ear, “What are you doing? I said you take the hot one, and I’ll take the friend.”
What is he talking about?
“I’ll let you two talk.” Miss Kingmaker grinned at us, walked over to the blonde, and sat down.
“What do you mean?” I scrunched my face in confusion. “What are you doing?”
Tyson gestured to the girls as they laughed about something. “You’re talking to the girl I picked. I gave you the hot one. I took her friend. Why not talk to the hot one?”
“What the fuck?” I held out my hands. “I was talking to the hot one. You picked the blonde.”
“What?” And then Tyson laughed. “Oh shit, so you think the little chocolate nerd is hot?”
“Hell yes. Once I spotted the shirt all I could think of was ripping it off.”
So, he thought the blonde was the hot one? Hey. We like what we like. To each his own.
Tyson laughed at me and looked like I’d lost my mind. “Dude, you can’t take the black one. Her and I are the only motherfucking black people in the club. I’m taking her.”
I scanned the nightclub. He’d slightly overexaggerated that stat. There was one more black guy dancing near the DJ table.
“She’s black. I’m black. We’re the only ones in here.” Tyson shrugged. “We’re destined to fuck tonight. This can’t be helped.”
“Wait a minute. That makes no sense. You’re not pulling the race card tonight.” I took another look at Miss Kingmaker, taking in that lush ass. “You can’t do this to me, Tyson. Come on. She’s wearing Mulligan on her back. We’re destined to be together.”
“Dude.” He laughed. “You can’t do this to me . You always get the girl you want. To tell you the truth, you can get all the females in here. You’ve got the all-American white boy look.”
“Whatever. You could sleep with most of the women in here too.”
Tyson shook his head. “It’s fifty-fifty with some of these hoes.”
“It’s probably a worse percentage, since you’re already calling them hoes.”
“Whatever.” Tyson gestured to many of the women. “It’s definitely fifty-fifty. Some of them probably are down to try a brother. Others think I’ll rape them.”
“Bullshit.”
“I’m sorry, man, but I’m taking the chocolate nerd.”