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Chapter Two: Tequila and Sex-Talk

She was there again, when Flack and I went back to his after the Minhas shooting had finally been resolved. I'd already vented most of my frustration to Flack on the ride over, but I was still, once again, seriously pissed off; with my anger mainly directed towards Mac; an I was in the need of some serious alcohol therapy to take my mind off things. Lucky for me, she was the perfect girl for the job.

As soon as we stepped inside Flack's apartment, we were immediately met with the sound of the stereo blasting through the apartment.

Looking at each other then, I commented with a smile, "So, Cindy's here then."

Flack rolled his eyes, sighing slightly in a fake dramatic manner, as he nodded back at me, "Cindy's here."

It was late when we arrived at his, but clearly Cindy was still up – the pounding of the music was testament enough to that.

We walked into the kitchen, nicely finished up since my last 'meeting' with her, and I couldn't help but smile when I caught sight of her. She was facing away from us, wearing nothing but a small pair of green panties, which had 'Abercrombie' emblazoned across them (the view of which they provided I wasn't complaining about in the least) and a red and pink striped long sleeved top, with a green rim around the collar. And she was mixing the contents of a load of bottles together into a tall thin glass which already contained some ice cubes and two coloured straws; all the while dancing away, nodding her head to the beat of the music while singing the words to the song in perfect time with the lyrics flowing from the speakers.

She was evidently enjoying herself, and I almost felt bad for intruding on her – almost – though clearly Flack didn't feel the same way.

He coughed loudly, effectively gaining her attention.

She turned round to face us with a large smile on her face; a drink held up in one hand, a bottle in the other; as if she was double-toasting us.

"Hi guys!" she greeted cheerily – obviously, she'd been sampling the drinks before we arrived – and I looked down briefly, smirking at the thought.

And then Flack flicked the switch on the stereo.

"Hey!" she scowled at him. "I was listening to that!"

"You're lucky this apartment's got thick walls," Flack told her, dropping his keys on the counter as he did so, and opening the double 'doors' on one of the overhead cupboards, peering inside.

"Thick walls my ass," she muttered. "More like half dead residents who're in dire need of hearing aids half the time."

"Hey!" Flack protested, glancing round at her, his hands still on the handles of each door. "Don't knock 'em, you're lucky they don't come up here an tell you to cut it out."

Cindy grinned, "It has nothing to do with luck, Donnie, they like me!"

He rolled his eyes at her, turning back round to continue his search, and her grin intensified, as she mouthed to me, 'He's jealous'

I smirked at her then, as Flack pulled out two bags of chips, and closed the cupboards up, before throwing one to me, which I caught with surprising ease – despite him catching me somewhat unawares.

Flack glanced round at Cindy then, as he spoke, "Danny's just come over for a few beers, that ok?"

She smiled at me then, as I nodded my head, in recognition of her presence more than anything else – though I have no doubt she saw the approval of her attire in my eyes.

"Sure," Cindy replied simply.

She gave me a quick glance – the signal to show me that she'd noticed my earlier look, and then she smiled – the signal to show me she found it amusing.

This girl should have been a CSI, or a Detective at least – seriously, she noticed everything – or maybe it was just because I was so obvious… nah, couldn't have been that.

"Why wouldn't it be?" she asked innocently, facing Flack, as if nothing had even occurred between us.

"Cind," he started, glancing down at her outfit, before meeting her eyes again.

He had carried on as if nothing had happened, well it hadn't really, but still – it was something – something worth noticing at least anyway!

My conclusion came simply then: it was definitely all her.

Cindy smiled sweetly, drawing out in an innocent voice, "Yes, Donnie… "

"Don'tcha think you'd better put somethin' on?" Flack said, in a tone that made it clear exactly what he meant.

"And why's that Donnie?" she asked, again in that sugary sweet voice.

"Cind… " he said, lengthening her name in the hope she'd get the point.

She rolled her eyes at him, before setting her drinks down on the counter, stating, "Fine."

Then walking towards us, she said, "I'm just gonna go put something on, wouldn't want Donnie here to feel uncomfortable."

And she flashed him a fake smile then, before exiting the kitchen.

She hadn't even been gone for a minute when we heard her voice call through, "And don't go stealing any of my drink either – I know what you're like Junior – take anything of mine you can get your grubby little paws on."

Flack simply rolled his eyes at her comment, while I raised an eyebrow at it, but he simply waved me off, with a laugh and told me, "She likes to pretend she's my mother."

A smile tugged at my lips then, and a laugh threatened, but I didn't say anything.

Flack nodded, laughing at the look on my face, "I know, I find it weird too."

He approached the counter, and held up a bottle that had previously been within Cindy's grasp, and smiled at me, "Tequila?"

I simply smirked in return.

x

Flack was sitting on the armchair, an I was on the couch as we watched a game on the box and took sporadic swigs of our bottles of beer. The tequila stood, virtually untouched, on the table before us.

She emerged a few moments later; only this time she had a short light denim mini skirt on, which had a frayed edge; the loose strands of which toyed with my vision and were clearly unashamed by their obvious taunting as they brushed against her smooth sun-kissed skin while I tried not to make it obvious I was watching her every move with a desire so strong it was making me jealous of pieces of thread! – I blamed it mainly on the alcohol and the stress of the previous few days.

"Oh God, you two look super happy to be here," she commented, as she walked into the room beside us.

Flack looked at her, and told her quite categorically, "Cind, it's been a rough few days, don't."

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, Geez, stop moping, Frog-Man."

Flack's eyes narrowed slightly in her direction and he gritted out, "What have I told you about calling me that?"

But Cindy simply smiled cheerily, clearly ignoring him, as she answered, "I've got more tequila!"

And she held up another bottle with a grin, the shot glasses stacked in the other hand with a few slices of limes peaking out the top.

I smirked, looking round at Flack, "She does have a point there, mate."

She grinned, "Of course I do, now switch that off, so we can have some real fun!"

"I have an idea… something that might cheer you up a little," she told us positively gleefully.

"What makes you think we're depressed?" Flack asked her then.

"Fine," Cindy sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes at him, before smiling. "Something to entertain your curiosity then."

And straightening up after placing the bottles, glasses, and citrus slices on the table before us; she reached an arm behind her momentarily and produced a pack of cards from her back pocket, and proposed with a grin, "Anyone up for a game of strip poker?!"

And so the fun began.

x

"So tell me Messer," Cindy said, looking up at me, as I retook my seat on the floor.

I looked over at her, the corners of my lips tugging up slightly, as I waited for her to ask her question while I placed the unopened – but obviously not for long – bottle of tequila on the table beside me.

"How old were you when you lost your virginity?" she asked, leaning forward, with a devilish smile on her face and a glint in her eye.

My eyes seemed to glance down, and somehow took this moment to notice that the top two closures of her shirt were unbuttoned. I couldn't see her breasts, but her cleavage was certainly entertaining.

I smirked at her, "Oooh, sex talk. Well Cindy, if I'm to engage in this particular conversation, I 'spect it to be an equal opportunity dialogue."

"Well of course," she responded, with a devious little smile. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

And I simply grinned in return.

Flack had already passed out on the armchair behind us. So it was just me an her. Me: my back against the sofa, and my legs outstretched beneath the coffee table, crossed at the ankles; and her: mirroring the position opposite me.

I glanced across at my friend in his 'state of stupor', and smirked, "Think we should wake him for this?"

She laughed, "Nah, I already know when he lost his. What I really wanna know is when you lost yours, Messer – now spill."

I just looked at her, and she laughed lightly again, "The answer, not the tequila – never the tequila."

I smirked then at her seriousness portrayed through both her expression and her voice, before answering simply, "I was fourteen."

She waited for me to elaborate, and when I didn't she looked positively fit to burst – it was cute really.

"What? That's all I'm gonna get – Geez, you're tight Messer, don't give at all do you," she said.

I wasn't sure how to respond to that – I mean, I knew she didn't mean it as an insult, but it wasn't exactly a compliment either.

After a moment, she huffed, "Oh fine, if you're not going to entertain me with sex talk, I might as well share Donnie's."

She grinned mischievously, "He was sixteen and she was my best friend back home."

Then she added, sounding positively gleeful, "An I claim full rights to having hooked them up. Though, I don't know how often they got it together after the first time – probably too traumatized suppose."

I smirked at what the last part could only mean, asking in a clearly amused tone, "What'd he do?"

She smiled at me, obviously sharing my amusement at Flack's expense, before saying, "Oh no, it wasn't Donnie – well, not really anyway."

She laughed a little, "My mate, Jenna."

And she started to explain, "They had just had sex, and were in the bed. Well, Jen… "

And she laughed again, "Jen got such a fright when he started to go down on her afterwards that she… she booted him in the shin an then… kneed him in the groin. He went flying off the bed, smacked his head off her desk and got a concussion."

Laughing still, she added, "Jen was so shocked at what she'd done she started screaming, and was by his side in a second, thinking she'd killed him. I ended up having to 'rescue' Flack, an then reassure her she'd only knocked him out, an he wasn't actually dead – all the while as they sat beside me naked, with like this little… sheet Jen had used to cover them both.To 'protect their modesty' as she'd put it."

And she burst out laughing again as she carried on, "Was the funniest thing that happened all summer – don't think we've ever let them live it down either. I know I always bring it up whenever they're in the same room together. They go all embarrassed and stuff – start squirming an everything – an it's just too much fun to pass up."

I laughed then too, shaking my head at her actions, "You, Cindy MacIntyre, are true evil you know that."

She flashed me a smile, "I know."

x

"Ok, so come on, I told you Donnie's story – now you have to give me yours, an if it's just a load of lovey-dovey stuff, then make something up to entertain me," she said next, shrugging a little at the end as she continued to smile at me.

I grinned, "I was fourteen, she was the girl-next-door, or… across the street. I can't quite remember which one was first."

And I suddenly ducked my head then, realizing what I'd just said, but I heard Cindy laughing, obviously knowing I hadn't meant to say that, and she motioned with her hands, "Oh please, carry on."

I mock glared at her, before raising my head again and telling her mere, "Well, she had the whole, 'older, more experienced' thing going for her, while I had the 'cute looking kid' thing going for me."

And I smirked, as she rolled my eyes at me, when I added, "An it just sorta… happened."

Another short period of silence followed. Resulting in another rant from my drinking partner.

"That's it? Geez Messer, if that's all the entertainment I'm gonna get I may as well have been drinking with the wee old woman who lives on the ground floor," she told me, with a smile.

I rolled my eyes this time, before I 'challenged' her, "Ok then, Miss My-Life-Is-So-Much-More-Exciting-Than-Yours, what's the story behind your first sexual experience?"

She laughed at the sultry tone with which my voice had taken at the last part, as well as the huge tongue twister of a name I'd given her, before saying, "I was fifteen, an he was sixteen – actually I was about a week or two off being sixteen too, so technically I was nearly legal."

I rolled my eyes at her as she smiled smugly at this realization – though I'm not exactly sure why – before she shook her head, carrying on, "Anyway, was the same summer as Donnie actually. But mine was better."

And she sent me a huge self-satisfied smirk then, nodding in assurance, which I laughed at, as she continued, "We'd been watching the film 'The Beach' earlier that night, so being young and stupid, we decided to reenact it."

"As you do," I muttered, with a roll of the eyes and the folding of my arms across my chest in a manner that screamed to her, 'This better be good!'

"As you do!" Cindy agreed, smiling, purposely ignoring my look for the moment.

She grinned then, as she continued with her story, "We were having a bonfire on the beach that night, you know drinking cheap crappy booze an just having a laugh. Well, Matt an I decided to go mess about in the sea. It was so frigging cold… an… well he swims over to me while I'm shivering an my teeth are chattering like Hell, an he gives me a mischievous little grin an tells me he thinks it would help if we conserved body heat by staying close together."

I laughed, I could totally empathise with the guy – after all, he's all alone in the water with a cute girl, who's clearly up for it as well – who wouldn't say a thing like that? Not to mention the fact that he's a horny teenager.

She'd obviously seen the look in my eyes then, as I saw her roll hers at me again, before she continued, "I hit back saying I thought it would help if I just let my clothes an the fire heat me up, or something like that. He ignored me anyway, kissed me, an next thing I know we're getting it on in the sea while all our friends are singing, dancing, or you know generally just passed out on the sand drunk."

I laughed as I accused her then, "You told me to change my story if it was all lovey-dovey an here's you happily dishin' it all out."

She feigned shock, "No I wasn't. We had sex in the sea, I didn't say it was romantic or anything, did I?"

I smirked, "Was it?"

Cindy laughed, "No! I live in Scotland – any water that surrounds us is Bloody freezing, you think it compares to Leo an that girl getting it on in some deserted island in the basking sun… or… moon, whatever."

And she let out a low laugh then of complete disbelief, and one which also suggested I should have known that, as she stated, "Doubt it!"

I grinned at her then, concluding, "So it was pretty much a let-down then?"

She flashed me a smile, "Not in the slightest. It may have been cold, an … kinda awkward."

I smirked at her memory, and she gave me one of her own, as she added, "But Matt was… well endowed shall we say."

I groaned and looked away briefly, while she laughed, "What? You wanted sex-talk, so I'm giving it to ya"

"No I didn't," I answered. "You wanted sex talk, I jus' indulged you."

"Oh really?" she asked me, with a raised eyebrow.

And the next thing I knew Cindy was crawling across the floor, on her hands and knees, towards me.

"You wanna indulge me some more?" she asked as she reached me.

I smirked at her, my blue eyes dancing in the light; that mischievous glint in hers.

Hey, I have a cute girl on the floor beside me offering to have sex with me – 'course I'm not gonna say no to that!

She grinned, knowing full well what I was thinking, and leaned forward, just close enough for our lips to touch in the slightest of movements.

And then the loud rumble of thunder and the flash of lightening caught her attention suddenly and she glanced at the clock on the wall hastily before sparing a quick look out the window.

And her voice sounded almost regretful as she sighed lightly and whispered, "Another time, Messer – I gotta go."

It sounded almost regretful. Almost. But then, this was the girl I'd first met while she was taking chunks out of her best friend's kitchen wall without so much as a mention in his direction, so I guess I shouldn't hold my hopes up.

And suddenly she was on her feet, had grabbed a sandal from behind the couch, and already started slipping her foot into it, as she balanced on one leg, closely followed by the other one; all just as I turned round.

"What?" I voiced, in slight disbelief.

She flashed me a dazzling smile, replying simply, "I'll be back soon – just sit tight, won't be long."

"Where you going? – An at this time?" I asked, confused by her sudden near-departure from my side – or opposite, whatever – and right at this moment, cos glancing at the clock on the wall, whose hands were pointing to a time I couldn't quite make out, I could still tell it was late – or early, I suppose, depending on how you liked to class these things.

Then I took a quick look outside and saw the rain pounding against the windowpane, closely joined by the zigzag of lightening again, and added, "An when it's like that out?"

She smiled at me enigmatically again, but didn't say anything.

"I won't be long," she repeated, deliberately ignoring my questions.

And then she threaded her fingers through my hair, drawing my attention to her as I looked up into her eyes, and her palm rested on my cheek for a moment while she smirked at me, "Don't miss me too much Danny-boy."

And with the quick flash of a smile she was out the door.


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