‘We’ve just found Tom’s Achilles heel. ’ Kate volunteers when she sees I’m no closer to composure. Jesse looks perplexed as he looks around at the recovering hyenas that he’s returned to. I see Sam shrug, swigging his beer.
‘Sam. ’ I offer, through my abating giggles.
‘Sam?’ Jesse frowns.
Victoria jumps in. ‘Tom fancies Sam!’ she cries cheerfully.
Jesse shakes his head and reaches for his water, undoing the screw cap and taking a swig. ‘Here, have some. ’ He trusts the bottle under my nose.
‘No,’ I screw my face up, pushing it away.
‘Have some water, Ava. You’ll thank me in the morning. ’
‘I don’t want any water. ’
He scowls at me, thrusting the water in my face again. ‘Have it!’ he growls.
I glance around, seeing everyone looking at our little exchange. I’m definitely not having it now. I shove his outstretched arm away from my face and pick up my wine, raising my glass to him before taking a swig. Actually, I down the lot. I make a point of placing my glass down precisely before I look up at Jesse. He’s proper brooding, his lips pressed into a straight line as he shakes his head at me.
‘No. ’ I state firmly, enhancing my point. He’s already trampled on my recovery night. He’s not dictating what I drink too.
‘There goes your action tonight. ’ Sam smirks and Kate bursts into fits of laughter.
‘Fuck off, Sam. ’ Jesse warns, in a rather deadly tone. He’s not happy, but I’m drunk and rebellious, so I don’t care.
Sam raises his hands, backing off immediately. At the same time, Kate clenches her lips shut to suppress her laughter, giving me the eyes. I shrug. I wonder if she likes demanding, commanding Jesse as much as she likes white knight Jesse.
Drew and Victoria move off to the side, out of every ones ear shot, after a little nod from Drew. Usually confident and a little standoffish, Drew looks a little shy as Victoria chats buoyantly to him. He takes his phone from his pocket, punching in digits as Victoria reels them off, holding it up for her to check when he’s done. That is not the actions of a man not prepared to call. This is interesting.
I’m vaguely aware of conversation going on around me, but my head is suddenly very foggy. That was the last drink you should never have had. And all just to prove a childish point. Jesse’s right, damn him. I will regret it in the morning. The voices begin to muffle and double vision sets in.
Yep, mission accomplished…I’m plastered!
I feel Jesse’s hand at the base of my neck, massaging me over my hair as he chats to Sam. I close my eyes, absorbing his firm touch as he works my muscles. It feels so nice. I might fall asleep if he keeps it up.
When I open my eyes, Jesse is leaning down, looking into my drunken eyes and shaking his head. ‘Come on, lady. I’m taking you home. ’
I throw a disorientated arm at him. ‘I’m fine. ’ He’s not ruining my recovery night. I hear Kate and Jesse exchange a few words, and then I’m hoist up from the stool to my feet.
‘Can you stand?’ he asks.
‘Of course, I’m not that drunk. ’ I am. And it would seem I’m argumentative too.
I’m presented to everyone in turn, all of them planting a kiss on my cheek, while Jesse props me up. How pathetic. Once he’s ensured I’ve said all of my goodbyes, he guides me out of the bar. I’m ashamed to admit it, but if Jesse’s arm wasn’t wrapped around my waist holding me up, I would be flat on my face.
The fresh air hits me, causing me to stagger slightly, but I’m swiftly scooped up from the pavement, feeling the familiar comfort of Jesse’s chest against my cheek as he carries me to his car.
‘You’re not going to throw up on me, are you?’ he asks.
‘No. ’ I scoff.
‘Are you sure?’ He laughs, and I feel the vibrations from his chest pass through me.
‘I’m fine. ’ I garble against his shirt. He sounds like my Dad. Is he old enough to be my Dad? No, there’s not a father on the planet that dances like Jesse or fucks like Jesse. Oh, my drunken thoughts are filthy!
‘Okay, a few seconds warning would be nice, though. I’m putting you in my car now. ’
‘I’m not going to throw up. ’ I insist.