2 am. Dick was pouting, or maybe the comical expression on his face was only due to the fact that he was resting his head in both hands. Mac frowned, putting down her flute. "My head is spinning." Dick chuckled. "Champagne does that." She shook her head slightly. "You shouldn't have ordered that. Real Champagne, from France and all. It's very expensive." "Don't sweat it, I put it on Logan's account."
As she stared in disbelief, he laughed, dropping his hands on the table. "Kidding, Mac. Kidding. But don't worry. Our night sucks, let's at least have good drinks." Mac snorted. "And a good hangover." Dick stretched in his seat, folding his arms behind his head. Mac thought that it was probably the ultimate thing to get into a girl's pants, though he seemed to do it without thinking. His shirt just didn't hid his muscles anymore and outlined them sexily. "You're right. Let's slow down the rhythm. Especially you."
She pursed her lips. She wasn't drunk, but if she kept that pace, she would be. And for once, an advice from Dick was useful since he had experience with drinks. He slumped onto the table, pillowing his arms under his chin and watched her. "I can't believe he's so stupid."
Mac sighed, she had told him what had happened, and she kinda regretted it. "I mean, whoa, he couldn't.. so what ??" She was surprised Dick wasn't scoffing at his brother. "It happens, and well, first time and all... Voila !" She almost smiled, his rambling didn't make much of sense. "But, dumping you ? It was the dumbest move ever. If he wanted you to be mad and tell every one, it was the thing to do."
"I'm not gonna tell. I agree with what you said. It happens, it's not bad." At her greater surprise, he studied her, something passing in his eyes that she didn't quite get. "Thanks for him." She thought that, maybe, deep inside, he cared for his brother. But would never, never say it aloud.
She rested her head on her hand, wondering how come she was even here with Dick, talking, not trading insults. And that he had made her laugh, which was better than driving home alone and depressed and explain to her parents why she wasn't 'sleeping over at Veronica' after all. He'd bought Champagne, which made her head full of funny bubbles. And he was being nice, which was simply unbelievable.
"You were right about the crappy evening, though." Dick watched her. He was kinda mad at his bro, the Casablancas men are lovers. They don't leave chicks hanging. And he saw that she was angry at him. He held out his hand to her. "What me to make it better ?"
She raised her eyebrows, watching his hand, in front of her, like he was offering a deal. "I don't wanna go back with him. I had my fill." Dick looked her in the eye. "Wasn't my idea."
Mac bit her lip, studying his expression, and then,a grin broadened on his face, as she tentatively put her tiny hand in his.