I run my eyes over the label to make sure they are low in alcohol, feeling even more hungry, even though my fast-food service has never been faster.
«Er ... Valerie?» - Samantha's voice tries to attract my attention, as I turn my back to her and feel the air coming from the door freezing my legs:
"What is it?" - I ask absently, while Meredith clears her throat, but instead of giving attention to my friends I hurry to open the bottle to taste the liquid, finally deciding to turn around with my lips attached to the beer bottle, but I widen my eyes when I realize that in front of Samantha, at the threshold of the door, there are Ian and Ethan, but if the first one x-rays my whole body with his lips parted in amazement, the blond bastard has his hands closed in two fists and pierces me with his eyes, without even placing his eyes on my legs, and then throws a long fierce look at his friend, pointing his index finger at him:
"Don't look at her." - his hoarse voice is so full of annoyance that it makes me clench my jaw at his authoritarian attitude, so much that Ian raises his hands in the air in surrender and turns his back to me, while Ethan ducks to the floor to grab my skirt and takes quick steps in my direction, but instead of being intimidated I lean my side against the kitchen counter, looking him straight in the eye as my legs come out more evident, then throw my head back to sip the liquid with a tremendous taste at the exact moment in which he towers over me in all his height and tries to threaten me with his annoyed grimace:
"Cover yourself." - his sounds like an order, as he puts the garment on the marble of the kitchen without taking his eyes off mine, but I take the opportunity to shrug my shoulders with indifference, determined to counter him in every way, and then press his lips in anger when he hastens to grab the neck of the beer bottle, brushing my fingers for a thousandth of a second, then pulling the beer away from my hand without thinking twice.
"Your legs suck, Valerie." - I open my mouth to his words, ready to give him a loud slap, but as soon as I lift my hand, as if he had read my thoughts, he grabs my wrist to keep it down and squeezed between his fingers.
"No. He didn't mean it."-Samantha puts her hand to her mouth, almost amused by Ethan's attitude, but at the same time worried about my reaction.
"Cover up." - he repeats, this time with a more hoarse voice and pressing the skirt against my stomach, but if I don't answer him it's only because I don't find bad words strong enough to scream at him, so I grab the skirt with a snap, cursing in a low voice when I realize that Ian is still present behind him and I don't want to bring out the worst side of me in front of the dark guy, so I reach down to put on the garment without ceasing to threaten Ethan, who is looking at me satisfied and with the same proud grimace.
Asshole!
I would like to punch him right now, at this very moment, instead of just watching him bring my beer between his lips to drink from the same bottle that was stuck to my mouth a few seconds ago.
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