We got out downtown and had lunch in a diner that I knew from time. I expected that Allie would sit across from me. So it was an extra nice surprise when she slipped into the booth next to me, instead.
"Baby!" I said as she went shoulder to shoulder next to me.
She smiled up at me and grabbed my arm, snuggling against my side. God, I was into her. Couldn't pretend otherwise even if I wanted to. If I could handcuff her to me, I would've.
She was looking around the place, taking in the 50s decor. "No one is gonna recognize us in here," she said astutely.
I nodded my head. "Yeah - I figured that we wudn't likely to run into anyone we knew in this joint."
She squeezed my arm and relaxed.
I pulled up the menu and got us two milkshakes.
"Have you been planning this long?" she asked.
"I had things on my mind," I replied. "I don't have a ton to spend. But what I got, I'll happily spend on you."
"I don't want that," she said quickly. "I don't want you to waste money on me."
"If I spend money for you to have a good time, then it isn't a waste."
She looked at me warily. "I'm serious."
I smiled down at her. "So am I."
She seemed unconvinced but relaxed against me again.
The waitress came with our milkshakes and Allie's eyes lit up. "Miss, can I have another straw, please?" she said.
I had started in on my chocolate shake when the waitress came back with the straw. Allie thanked her.
Then she put the second straw in my drink and pulling on the straw in her drink and mine at the same time, started to down both simultaneously.
She even took the time to crane her neck to look at me as she drank both drinks right in front of me.
"Who do you think you are?" I muttered flabbergasted.
"It's my birthday," she gurgled with her mouth full.
"Yesterday was your birthday," I pointed out. "Today, you're just trying to eat everything that you see me having."
"Your stuff tastes better," she complained. I was trying to shove her out of range of the straw in my drink when she resorted to dirty tactics. She knelt on the seat next to me, turning my mouth to hers and kissed me, all sexy and wet and tasting of chocolate and strawberry. She was working her arm around me, turning me on and getting in close. And just when my hands started to rise and come around her waist, she broke the kiss, grabbed my drink and slid off the seat in the booth, scurrying to the opposite side of the table with both drinks, slurping away like a chipmunk hoarding before winter.
I could still taste her - and both drinks - on my mouth, when I finally opened my eyes.
"You'd make more friends if you were a little nicer. Sharing is caring."
She smiled from the other side of the table. "Then you must care about me a lot," she said with a twinkle in her eye, still slurping away.
This little bitch...!
"Fuck...off..." I said, cackling.
But, of course, she was right. There probably wasn't anything that I liked more than the fact that she thought what was mine was hers. Because, by extension, I was hers, too.
I could hear the shallow bubbling sound of two drinks that had by sucked dry. She straightend, closing her eyes with satisfied delight.
"What are you having for lunch?" she said.
***
"And that's why I can't take the Avengers seriously," she finished with a flourish.
"Because Iron Man ain't a big leaguer?"
"No...It's because they're the best Marvel has to offer and they'd get curb stomped by just Superman and Wonder Woman alone. Forget about the rest of the Justice League."
"That's why the Avengers work," I contended. We'd had this argument before. "Superman and Wonder Woman are actually fucking Gods. What problem can't they solve? If they have to work together on something, who else is supposed to help? It would be like calling in Jesus to clean up a mess - and calling in his disciples to make a Team-up. What - Jesus needs back up?"
