I was lying on my bed looking at the ceiling and thinking about Anna. If I was a betting man, I'd bet that she was starting to like having sex with me, and it wasn't just a friend helping a friend. Then the other part of my brain knows that I was basically a hurt puppy, and she could just be pitying me. But swallowing my cum seemed a bit more than pity. Those thoughts filled my brain every day and every night. Sean never seemed to be any the wiser, nothing ever seemed different at work.
I hadn't hung out with them in a while, they were busy with whatever, and I just didn't get a chance to go over. One day, it was a Thursday, and Sean and I were smoking behind the shop building. "We gotta hang out tonight," Sean blurted.
"What's tonight?"
"Nothing, we just haven't hung out in a while and Anna was saying she wanted to make dinner. You can come eat; we can go out after."
"What's she making?"
"I don't fucking know, you coming over or not?"
I laughed, "Yeah, I was just curious. I'll grab some shit for shots, we can toast."
"Nice," Sean stated, "I gotta go unload the truck, just come over whenever."
I nodded and he ran off.
***
I brought over some Crown, and some cranberry juice. We made "Washington Apples" and ate some spaghetti. It was good, both of them. After we ate, we wanted to go to a bar and keep the party going, so we walked down the block to a shithole called "The Joint." It smelled like stale beer and vomit, and the locals there smoke so many cigarettes, your eyes water if you stand near them.
"What are we drinking?" I asked.
"I'm getting a Cosmo; I don't know about yous." Anna offered.
"Shot and a beer baby," Sean added.
"I'll go with that too, Cosmo is too girlie."
"Pssh, whatever dude, I'm the one that will be drinking a glass of vodka, you guys are pussies."
The night progressed, and the shots and drinks went down.
I was getting pretty drunk. Beers, I can drink all day, but adding booze into the mix and my head gets a bit swirly. Anna pulled Sean up when she heard a fun song she liked, she danced around him while he swayed and looked like he wasn't really into it. I sat and watched. Anna was wearing nothing special, a T-shirt and jeans. Sean was in his T-shirt, cargo's and sandals and I was in a t-shirt and jeans. I didn't have much to look at in the bar. Other than Anna's ass, that is. The song ended and Sean ran to his chair to avoid dancing to the next song. He slammed the rest of his beer and got back up to get more drinks from the bar.