“Yeah, but…”
I took a swig of my drink, wishing I’d started earlier.
Being the sober guy in a crowd of drunks sucked.
“I don’t get off on sloppy lays.”
That was the truth.
Drunken hookups did nothing for me. It was fine if we were both a bit tipsy, but the second one of us passed into drunk, my dick lost interest.
When I was a sophomore in high school, I’d had a friend who’d gone to a party and gotten drunk for the first time.
She hadn’t been sober enough to consent, and some asshole senior had taken advantage of her. Seeing her pain, hearing what she’d gone through, and being there for her during the aftermath had only reinforced my already rock-solid resolve to never be that guy.
Anything less than an enthusiastic yes was a no to me.
I was an asshole, but I wasn’t a rapist.
“Ashy!”
“For fuck’s sake,” I mumbled into my cup.
At least Genesis was wearing flats, so while her strides were wobbly, she didn’t look like a newborn deer trying to walk on ice for the first time.
“Hey, Gen.”
“Why are you hiding up here?” She walked right up into my personal space, bumping my chest with her barely covered breasts. She peered up at me through her lashes.
Her micro shorts and cutout top looked amazing on her, but my dick didn’t even twitch.
“Just getting a drink, doll,” I drawled and stepped back, putting some distance between me and her boobs.
“Booo. You’re no fun.”
“I never claimed to be.”
“I saw Darcy come out of here.” Her eyes flashed with something dark. Jealousy, maybe? “Are you with her now?”
“I’m not with anyone.”
Jesus fuck. Couldn’t a guy get five minutes to chug a drink before having to deal with drunk sorority girl drama?
“So you don’t like anyone right now?” She did some weird thing with her face that was probably supposed to be a come-hither look but just made it seem like she had something in her eye.
“Nope.”
“Are you sure?” She giggled and twisted a lock of hair around her finger.
Why did girls do that? It wasn’t cute.
“I’m sure. Gotta keep my options open.”
“Boo.” She pouted and turned to Tripp. “Ash is soooo boring.”
Tripp snickered into his drink as he slumped against the wall.
Yup. The booze was catching up to him.