Zac's sitting on the couch while Rob is pacing in front of him.
“Come on, man. How about you put the beer down and sit? We can talk some,” Zac begs.
I close the door behind me. Neither of them seems to notice that I'm here, which might be a good thing, judging by the way Rob is stumbling as he paces. He brings up his hand, a beer bottle tightly gripped and yet shaking, and he's going to spill it all over himself if he tries to drink it while pacing.
I hurry forward and touch his hand before he can bring the bottle up to his lips. “How about I take this?”
“Like you like to take everything from me?” he asks.
I tilt my head to the side but say nothing, just happy that he’s allowing me to remove the bottle from his hand.
“You would do anything I ask of you in the bedroom, wouldn’t you?” he asks.
“Maybe I would’ve considered that, but you always have to wear a condom.”
“That so?”
“Yeah. I don’t trust that you’re clean.”
“No. I like to get down and dirty.” He starts to laugh.
I roll my eyes.
“How about you sit down?” Zac calls, patting beside him on the couch.
“You want her to sit beside you?” Rob asks.
“No, dork. He means you.”
“No one has ever called me a dork before,” Rob says.
"Maybe not to your face."
“People do talk about me behind my back.”
“Yes, yes, to call you a legend.” I grimace. “Sit down.”
“Will you sit on my lap?”
“No.”
“No? But you said I’m a legend.”
“No, I said other people say that.”
“Do you want to know a secret?” Rob whispers, only it’s not all that quiet. He leans toward me, swaying, and I grab his shoulders to steady him. “I’m not a legend.”
“Believe me. I know.”
“What’s that…” He eyes me and blinks. “Katie. When did you get here?”
“I’m not here,” I say. “Come on. Let’s get you to sit.”
“I don’t want you to sit.”
“I want you to sit.”
“No. I don’t want that either.”