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couple pitchers,” Willis said.
“Coors Light for me and Killian’s for my buddy. Plus we’ll take
some wings,” Willis said. He looked at me. “What? Twenty?
Thirty?”
    “Whatever,” I said.
    “Make it thirty,” he said.
    “You want ‘em Chernobyl?” Tori asked.
    “Of course,” Willis said. “You know I like
‘em as hot as I can get.”
    Tori rolled her eyes towards me as if to say
“can you believe this guy?” But you could tell she wasn’t offended.
In fact, from the look on her face she appeared to enjoy it. Which
was no surprise. Willis had that effect on women. He could say the
cheesiest thing and they ate it up. I didn’t get it. Never had,
never will. It was one of his many gifts. A gift I definitely
didn’t share.
    “And what about you, honey? You like ‘em
super hot too?”
    “It doesn’t matter to me,” I said, playing
the straight man. “As long as they got a good personality.”
    She laughed and shook her head then turned
gracefully and skated away, the bottom of her tan, tight ass
peeking out of her shorts as she pumped her legs forward.
    Willis watched her until she disappeared,
then turned his attention back to me. “That chick is a freak,” he
said. “She’s got an appetite like you wouldn’t believe.”
    “You mean, you’ve—”
    “Fucked her?”
    I nodded. I wouldn’t have put it so crudely,
but Willis wasn’t one for beating around the bush.
    “A couple times,” Willis said.
    “What about that girl you were seeing?”
    “Who? Heather?”
    “Yeah,” I said. “What does Heather think of
you banging Tori over there.”
    “Who do you think introduced us?” Willis
said with a smile. “Hell, Heather’s had every girl in this place.
She used to work here.”
    I laughed under my breath and shook my head
as another waitress in a cutoff top and a short jean skirt set a
couple of pitchers down on the table. Her nametag identified her as
Amber.
    She was just my type, at least, when I still
had a type, back before my depression had robbed me of most of my
sexual urges. Tall, athletic body, long, light brown hair, sharply
lined face, small, firm breasts and long, shapely legs.
    “Who gets the real beer?” she asked.
    “That would be me,” I said.
    She slid the Killian’s over to me. “And this
crap must be for you, right Willis?” she said as she handed him the
other pitcher.
    “Hey,” Willis said. “There’s nothing wrong
with Coors Light.”
    “Nope,” Amber agreed, “Nothing wrong with it
at all if you’re looking to drink water.”
    “Ouch,” Willis said. “That hurts.”
    “The truth does sometimes,” she said,
flashing him a quick smile. She sat down on the empty chair between
us and crossed her legs, causing her skirt to ride up almost to her
hip, flashing tons of skin. Deliberately, no doubt. “So, Willis, I
hear that you and Heather are coming over tonight for some
drinks.”
    “Really?” Willis said, placing a hand on her
leg just above the knee. “This is the first I’ve heard of it.”
    “Yep,” Amber replied. She lifted Willis’s
hand off her leg and put it back on the table then turned her
attention to me. Her eyes ran up and down my body as if inspecting
a piece of meat. The tip of her pierced tongue was sticking out of
her mouth and she played with the silver rod by pushing it up and
down with her lips. “You can bring your friend too, if you
like.”
    “We’ll have to see about that,” Willis said.
“Highway here is a little shy with the ladies.”
    “Oh, I think we can take care of that,” she
said with a smirk, still staring at me. “I like to break ‘em
in.”
    I flashed an embarrassed smile that was only
partially fake but didn’t say anything, content to play the role
Willis had set me up in. Amber just looked at me, her smirk turning
into a full-fledged grin. Willis started to laugh and Amber joined
in.
    Tori skated over with a large tray of wings
in her hand and set them on the table. “Okay boys, here are