Amy and Chris arrived at the bar, arm in arm and laughing away as usual. You could tell there was no romance at all going on between them, but they obviously cared very deeply for one another. They walked over to the bar and ordered their drinks.
"I'll have a Jack and Coke" Amy said.
"And I'll have a Heineken" Chris smiled. "So Blondie where's your crew?"
"You act like I'm the ringleader Y2Jackass" she smirked. Just then Amy's phone vibrated in her pocket and she got a big smile on her face as she read the message:
Hey Wifey!
We are on our way down you sexy beast! See your hot ass soon!
Your Pal,
Junior
"Must be from Junior. You know, your smile is radiant whenever he texts you" Chris snickered. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say…."
"Don't even Jackass. I'll deck you" Amy threatened. Amy knew what Chris was about to tell her and she didn't want to hear it. After sleeping with Matt, she was more confused than ever. She loved Randy; she's not sure about Junior…and Matt was just a whole nother mess. He really was a nice guy, but those three little words he told her really scared her. Sure they had hung out quite a bit, but Amy felt it wasn't enough for him to be saying that to her. Amy had gotten quite lost in her thoughts until someone came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Hi wifey" Junior whispered.
Amy felt a small shiver go up her spine. Since when did Junior whispering in her ear do THAT to her?
"Hi Juniorkins" she whispered back.
Chris just watched on, snickering in his head. He could tell that Blondie was in love with Junior, but when the hell was she going to figure it out herself? She's such a stubborn ass Chris thought to himself.
"Bestieeeeeeeeeeee" Dave exclaimed across the bar. Amy released her grip on Ted and jumped into her best friend's giant arms.
"I miss you, number one" Amy smiled.
"I miss YOU, bestie" he smiled back. "Junior told me about Matt."
"God damn it. He's been hanging out with Chris too much. He's getting a big mouth just like him" she grumbled. "I was going to tell you, though."
"I know" he grinned. "But damn Amy what the heck are you going to do? Sleeping with Matt probably didn't help at all did it?"
"Ugh. Not even" she sighed. "He's nice and totally hot, but I don't love him. And Randy…he's a jealous SOB. And I have no idea how I feel about Junior."
"Randy hasn't said a word since you left" he informed her. "The only reason he came out tonight was because he knew you'd be here. He doesn't even care that you're not going to talk to him!"
Wow Amy thought to herself. Randy really does love me. But god damn it. He's so jealous. How do I know he won't pull this crap again? I really don't want to put him in the hospital, but if he touches Junior again I'm gonna have to!
Just then, Randy walked into the bar. He may have look super depressed, but he was still one of the hottest guys Amy had ever seen in her entire existence. He had on a tight, black wifebeater and some nice slacks.
"Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Amy said as she almost collapsed onto the floor. Dave looked in the direction his best friend was and rolled his eyes.
"You have got to be the shallowest person ever" he chuckled. "Aren't you, like, pissed at that guy?"
"Yes" Amy said as she shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "But god damn. I can recognize true hotness when I see it. Shit I need a shot." Amy headed over to the bar, but she wasn't alone.
"Wifey I saw you drooling" Junior laughed. "Keep your tongue in your mouth!"
"How am I supposed to do that when he is wearing THAT?" Amy exclaimed. "I swear he does this shit in purpose."
"Oh and what am I? Chopped liver?" Junior said as he struck his most conceited pose.
Amy looked at Junior up and down and bit her lip provocatively. She was really enjoying this view when the bartender placed the shot of Jack in front of her. Amy didn't even notice, as she was still checking out Junior like he was a big juicy steak. He had on a nice dress shirt and some nice blue jeans. Junior was giving her the exact same look, too.
"You are definitely not chopped liver" Amy whispered in his ear.
Junior felt like he was going to drop dead. She's not even drunk and she's hitting on me big time he thought to himself. Should I just kiss her right now in front of everyone? I really don't want to piss Randy off, but Amy is so smokin' hot. I better not. The poor girl is confused enough as it is.
"Neither are you" he whispered back as he lightly put his hand on her hip. Amy shivered and this time, Junior felt it. "You okay wifey?"
"I'm uh fine, Junior. Just, uh, cold" Amy said as she grabbed her shot and downed it. "Can I get a Jack and Coke please?" she asked the bartender.
Junior just stared at her. Is wifey in love with me he wondered. I made her shiver. Doesn't that mean she loves me? Damn this is getting really complicated!
"I'll take one too" Junior told the bartender. A few minutes later, their drinks were ready and of course they got into another tiff about who was paying.
"Let ME pay Junior" Amy whined. "You did last time."
"It doesn't matter" Junior smiled as he pulled out his wallet. "A true gentleman always pays for a lady's drink."
"You're charming my pants off Junior" Amy smiled.
"Oh yeah wifey?" Junior exclaimed. "Is that all it takes?"
"Yeah that's all it takes" Amy said as she rolled her eyes.
"Bitch."
"Asshole."
"Sexy beast."
"Studmuffin."
"Oh wifey. I lurve you."
"I lurve you too Junior."
The two best friends linked arms and headed back over to their friends, but Amy stopped dead in her tracks when she heard one of her favorite bands playing.
"TYPE O NEGATIVE! ZO-MY-GOSH!" Amy screeched.
"This sounds like a bunch of crap" Ted groaned.
"You shut the hell up Junior. Their bass player…oh my gaaaaaaaaawd. So hot" Amy drooled. "He's all tall and sexy with his black hair and green eyes."
Amy started dancing right in the middle of the bar, but she didn't care. She couldn't help but shake her hips when Type O Negative came on. Junior just stood there and stared at his wifeycakes. If there was one thing he loved about her, it'd have to be the way she shook her fine ass hips. She always claimed she was a metalhead and didn't dance, but she was clearly full of crap on that. Ted just continued to watch as his wifey danced and sang along:
My cinnamon girl
My cinnamon girl.
I wanna live with a cinnamon girl,
I could be happy the rest of my life with her.
A dreamer of pictures I run in the night,
You see us together chase the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.
My cinnamon girl.
Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow,
The drummer relaxes and waits between shows.
A dreamer of pictures I run in the night
You see us together, chase the moonlight,
My cinnamon girl.
My cinnamon girl.
Pa sent me money now
I'm gonna make it somehow
I need another chance,
You see your baby loves to dance
Yeah...yeah...yeah.
My cinnamon girl.
My cinnamon girl.
The song finally stopped and Amy was clearly out of breath as she took a sip of her Jack and Coke.
"Damn wifey" Junior grinned. "You can sure shake those child beating hips."
"Why thank you Junior" Amy smiled back. "That band isn't so bad now are they?"
"Definitely not" he smirked. "What band is that again? Type O…."
"Negative" Amy finished. "Type O Negative. And that was a cover song, actually. The original is by Neil Diamond, you know."
"Neil Diamond? He's, like, old!" Junior exclaimed. Amy just rolled her eyes at Junior as they linked arms and finally headed back over to the table where everyone was at. Junior could tell his wifey was uncomfortable by the look on her face so he gave her hand a gentle squeeze as he slid in the booth and motioned for her to sit next to him. Thankfully, her numero uno slid in next to her before anyone else could.
"This is the life" Amy said as she wrapped her arms around her two best friends. "I'm sitting between my two bestest friends in the world."
"Awwww" Junior and Dave replied in unison.
"Someone take a picture" Dave said. Without hesitation, Randy pulled out his camera and snapped a photo as Dave and Junior both gave Amy a kiss on the cheek.
"Now that's frame worthy" Randy said.
