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Full summary: After getting their friend completely smashed after a break-up, Rob and Left Ear find out exactly what Lyle wants in a woman. Handsome Rob, being the friend that he is, tries to get it for Lyle. But after some mistakes, some fun, and some scares, Lyle may just find the right woman all by himself.
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Chapter Two
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"I don't want to go out. My head is killing me from last night, I've felt sick all day, and I'm starting to think you two got me drunk on purpose!" Lyle said.
"We wouldn't do that, mate. We just want to get your mind off of Melissa," Rob said, grinning.
"Her name was Melinda," Lyle said, glaring at the speaker box on his apartment wall.
"Right, that one. Come on, it'll be fun," Rob said, nodding at Left Ear to get him to say something encouraging.
"Yeah, tons of fun," Left Ear said, rolling his eyes.
He let go of the speaker button, glaring at Rob.
"If he throws up on my shoes again, you're buying me two new pairs, got it?"
"If he throws up on your shoes, that means he wouldn't be going home with the girl. I'll buy you three pairs, all right? Just calm down. I already apologised about that last night," Rob muttered, pressing the button again. "Come on, Napster. Left Ear's buying the beers," he said, grinning.
"I bought them last night, you English cheap skate!" Left Ear hissed.
"You're not going to get me drunk again, are you?" Lyle asked.
"We won't; promise," Rob said, grinning again.
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Lyle looked around the bar, wondering exactly why he'd let Rob and Left Ear take him out again. They'd insisted he get this round of drinks with Left Ears money. Something about seeing if he could walk in a straight line while holding three beers, after drinking two.
He was almost positive that they'd got him drunk on purpose last night. He couldn't remember most of what he said, and that was almost as bad as the fact that he remembered throwing up on Left Ear's shoes.
"Hi, can I buy you a drink?"
Lyle looked over to his right. A red-headed guy was sitting there, and he was getting chatted up by a beautiful blonde!
"S-sure!" the guy replied eagerly, staring at her.
That lucky bastard, Lyle thought to himself, looking away sourly.
Lyle nodded to the barman who handed him the three drinks, and he headed back to the table without spilling a drop.
"I told you I could carry all three without spilling them!" Lyle announced, grinning.
Then he noticed the looks on their faces, and frowned. Rob looked like he'd just been rejected by the world's hottest female, and Left Ear was laughing almost hysterically at his expression.
"What's so funny?" Lyle demanded.
"Nothing. Not one fucking thing," Rob muttered, glaring over at the bar.
"Oh, man. That's hilarious. Good on you for getting the beers here, Napster," Left Ear said, still laughing.
"Right. Thanks," he murmured, taking his own beer.
"Do you want another one, Napster?" Rob offered after they'd finished their third beer.
The withering look Left Ear gave him made Lyle change his mind immediately.
"No, I'm good," Lyle said quickly. "Might get going," he added when Left Ear moved his feet away, glaring at the empty glass in front of Lyle.
Left Ear just nodded, and Rob muttered something about a red-head. Lyle shook his head and left.
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End of second chapter. Hope you liked it.
Thanks for reading!
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