Part 13 (2/2)
”Forget it Liv, I'll let you get back to your evening.”
Sounding confused Olivia said her goodbyes.
Shaking his head, anger flashed in his dark eyes, ”You have a problem brother.”
Oh yeah I did, Darcy was up to something and she wanted to know what Olivia knew about me. Darcy was working with someone. Question was who were they and what kind of business were they involved in?
Walking straight to the front door I looked out to see Darcy sliding into a sliver car with Ty behind the wheel.
Did Darcy have a partner in crime?
”What did Darcy want?” I asked Olivia as I walked into the kitchen.
”I really don't know she was acting kind of weird.” Olivia said eyes focused on slipping her foot into shoes that were way too high.
”Weird how?” Denny asked coming into the kitchen, as I poured out the water in the two bottles I had taken out of the fridge. ”What are you doing?” Denny questioned as I refilled the bottles with vodka.
”I don't know, maybe she just misses me and yes what are you doing Jonah?” Olivia asked staring at the bottles with raised eyebrows.
”Olivia and I are going to play a drinking game. Every time your mother says something mean I will take a sip, every time your father does, you take a sip. And then when we both come home perfectly fine it will prove my point that dinner with your parents is not that bad.”
”Denny we're going to need you to pick us up from my parent's house; also you're going to need someone to cover for Jonah tonight at the club.”
”We'll see.” I said, confident I was right.
If I could eat dinner with a drug lord and survive, eating with her parents would be a piece of cake.
We had gotten as far as the foyer when I regretted my earlier statement, eating with her parents was going to be far from a piece of cake as one could get and if I was being honest I would rather eat dinner with a drug lord.
”You have got to be kidding me.” Olivia's dad mumbled face strained so tight a vein was popping out of his forehead.
Hand held to her chest Olivia's mom looked like she was about to cry, ”Oh Olivia.” She whispered.
Gripping my hand so hard I feared she would break my bones, Olivia grabbed the water bottle from my hand. Giving me a big fake smile she lifted the bottle in the air, ”Cheers sweetheart.” She hissed taking a huge sip of vodka.
Sweet Jesus what had I done.
”So how was dinner kids?” Denny asked smugly, leaning out the window as Olivia and I stumbled our way to the car.
I was kind of drunk. Olivia was very drunk.
Giggling we fell into the backseat of Mason's SUV.
”The drinking game was a bad idea.” I said laughing harder for no reason at all.
”My mother was mean, so was my father.” Olivia slurred.
”Well did they at least like Jonah?” Denny asked in a mocking tone.
”Nope!” Olivia answered her head falling on to my shoulder.
”It didn't help when Olivia unb.u.t.toned my s.h.i.+rt to show her parents the tattoos on my chest.”
”Yes!” Denny yelled smacking his hand against the dashboard.
”Oh Olivia.” Mason said shaking his head.
”Or when she described what my tongue ring feels like against her skin.”
”This just keeps getting better.” Denny shouted.
”I didn't help; you didn't help by telling my dad you knew someone who could take care of *Christopher the a.s.shole'.”
”It wouldn't have mattered what I said they took one look at me and decided they hated me.”
”Don't worry they hate me too, my dad called me jailbait.”
”That wasn't directed to you baby it was a jab at me because I'm nine years older then you.”
”You're nine years old than me?” Olivia shouted spinning around to look at me.
”d.a.m.n Jonah how much did you let her drink?”
”Too much.” I groaned.
”What else are you keeping from me?” Olivia screeched.
”There's a conversation.” Denny laughed.
”Shut up Denny.” I yelled trying to slap his head but completely missing.
”Oh my G.o.d I don't know your last name, you don't know my last name.”
”Your last name is Rees and mine is Diaz.” I said kissing her forehead.
”Oh yeah I knew that. Where are you gla.s.ses?” Olivia asked her hand hitting into my face.
”I haven't been wearing my gla.s.ses all night.”
Her glazed over baby blue eyes stared at me hard, ”No s.h.i.+t?”
”I love drunk Olivia.” Denny laughed turning in his seat, ”Olivia sweetheart are you one of these girls that tells the truth when they're drunk?”
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