“So lemme get this straight…” Money said as he sipped his soda. “You’re fucking the hottest girl in town like on a frequent basis, and you’re upset about it?”
Thursday was just another day of training and yarning for Carter to come home with me. God, I was a wreck. Her touching sent butterflies in my stomach, but I was terrified of even asking her out on a fucking date. I went to Mike’s with Money and Sam again to drink a bit more, since I could never escape the the sauce. Money came to console me while Sam and Mike ranted about football, or the lack thereof.
I rolled my eyes at the sentence. “It ain’t about the sex. I want more.”
“You want MORE?”
“Yes I want more!” I spoke up, frowning. “I don’t wanna hit it and leave, I want fucking love! I want to see her when I wake up knowing she’ll stay that night! I want a fucking girlfriend!” I sigh, calming down. “I’m in 26, bro. I’m pushing 30. I can’t be a slut forever. I left that shit in England.”
Money nodded, understanding my plight. “Ok, ok. I see. What’s stopping you from asking her out?”
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I started to say something, but it trailed into a groan. “I don’t know. I’m scared, maybe?”
“Why?”
“Dunno,” I shrugged. “But I know that it’s something I need to figure out, and soon. I don’t wanna really bring this into the new year.”
“Good idea.” Money drank the rest of his soda and pondered. “Have you taken her out on an actual date?”
“Not really? I mean we hung out places, but nothing crazy. Everything’s closed.”
Money smirked. “Well, I got an idea.” He looked over to Sam and yelled for his attention. “Yo! How’s Christmas Fest going?”
Sam gave an annoyed face as Mike handed him a beer. “What, am I your personal news guy?”
“It’s your literal job, Sammy. Shut up and tell me.”
“Fine…” Sam sighed out. “ Yeah, but It’ll only be this weekend only.”
I spoke up. “What is Christmas Fest anyways?”
Sam handed me his phone to let me see pictures of past festivals. Couples being happy behind trees, seeing the decorations, the usual glamor shots. “Well, you just walk a trail at night, see the lights, walk past trees, get free coca, rest at heating stations and eat Christmas foods, it’s real cool. It’s usually two weekends, this one and next weekend. But ya know, pandemic and all that.”
“Meaning,” Money looked over to me. “You gotta ask her out soon.”
“Really?” I put my hands in my face, annoyed. “I gotta ask her out soon?!”
“Need a drink, friend?” Mike asked, laughing.
“Something that’ll kill me, please.”