Madison returned to her table and to her surprise, Pete was still there. He'd apparently taken her advice as he was now nursing some other neon colored effeminate concoction.
"Are you done slumming?" Pete asked her as soon as she'd taken her seat.
"What?"
"With that white boy. I mean, the issue isn't his race really but you could definitely do better." Pete took a ginger sip from his glass as he stared at her over the rim.
"Pete, listen, I'd advise you to stop acting as if I didn't catch you sucking your boyfriend's dick in the bed I helped you pick out with butt plugs hanging out of your ass. You're lucky I didn't lose my shit and blow both of you away after I saw that."
"You're right Madison, I have no room to talk. I know what I did was horrible. I'm sorry. Despite all that though, I care about you a lot. That guy out there, he has what you and I used to call "the craziness within"."
"What? No he doesn't," Madison said with little conviction.
"Madison you got it bad if you can't see it. He is nuts. It's clear. I'm a lawyer Madison, my job depends a lot on reading people. And so does yours for that matter. The guy should be seeing you, but it should definitely only be on a professional level."
"He was," Madison said quickly, the words slipping from her mouth before she could stop them.
"What?" Pete said, pausing mid drink and slamming his glass down in the table. "what did you say?"
"Nothing, listen, about the favor."
"No, I heard you, you're fucking one of your patients? Oh God Madison, I thought you were better than that," Pete said.
"You know what, you have a lot of nerve judging me," Madison gulped down the long island that had been brought while she was away from the table, and pulled a fifty dollar bill from her wallet and slapped it on the table. "And I wouldn't go to that fundraiser with you if you fucking paid me," Madison stood and shouldered her purse and stumbled gracelessly from the table. She could feel Pete's stare boring into her back as she left, but she didn't care.
"Did you ditch him?" Diesel asked once she approached him where he sat at the bar. His words were slurred, and his eyes were red. He reeked of the alcohol he had so clearly been drinking a lot of, but she knew she probably did as well. The whole place seemed louder to her than it probably really was. Her panties were still damp and stuck uncomfortably to her crotch. She felt dirty and tired.
"Yeah, I ditched him." She replied, sliding onto the stool beside him. "And I'm about to ditch you too," she said simply.
"What? I thought you forgave me."
"Who said I forgave you?"
"Oh, so you'll fuck me but you won't talk to me?" Diesel slammed the empty beer bottle he was holding onto the bar and stood.
"Keep your voice down!" She said to him.
"It's loud as hell in here, no one heard me. And if they did who cares? We're two grown ass people having a discussion. And you weren't worrying about them seeing me banging you just a minute ago so I don't see what you're so hung up on."
"Diesel!"
"Madison!" He yelled back at her. "I'm leaving. I don't need this, if you don't want to deal with me, don't. You think you're innocent in all this? You're using me."
"What? Using you? No I'm not. I'm not using you Diesel, I can't believe you would say that!"
"Why wouldn't I say that? You told me yourself how good of a lay I am. You told me you've never been fucked like I fuck you. Well I'm not a fucking dummy with a dick attached to it. I have feelings and emotions. I have feelings for you. I like you a lot, Madison. You take my mind off things that have been stuck in my head for months. But I won't be used, not even by you." Diesel stood.
"Diesel, that's not true."
"What's not true?"
"I'm not using you, Diesel. Yeah you're a good lay. There's no question about that, but I like you too. I don't know you yet. Not really. I know what makes you come. I know you like for me to stick my pinky in your mouth when I ride you. I know that the tip of your dick turns bright red when it's hard," Madison blurted out followed by an embarrassed pause as she tried to gather her thoughts--and words better. "I know all that stuff but it's not enough. I want to know more. I want to know why you're sad. I want to know why you seem so angry inside."
"Of course you want to know all that. You're a shrink."
"No, beyond that. I want to know that stuff because I've never met anyone like you. I've never felt like this about anyone. So I'm sorry if I made you feel like I'm using you. It's just that, what you said this afternoon hurt my feelings and I'm having a hard time getting over it. But I will. If I mean that much to you, I'll get over it."
"Okay," was all he said. He pulled her into his arms and squeezed her. Madison exhaled and clung to him.
"Whoa, you guys are intense," came Archie's voice over the dull roar of voices in the place. The game had ended, and many of the patrons were leaving while other's seemed to be making a night of hanging around the bar and screaming at one another. "You sure you two just met?"
"She's my fucking therapist!" Diesel yelled out to Madison's surprise. She looked up at him, meeting his gaze.
"Women, they are easy to talk to, you right about that. Both of you are clearly smashed though," Archie looked thoughtful. "You know Madison, the fact that he stole you right from under me aside, I know Diesel here pretty well. We did part of our tour in Iraq together. We even lived together for a while after basic training, and I must say, he's never looked at a girl the way he looks at you."
"Thanks," Madison said.
"You're really pretty too, I'm sure that's a plus. Are you still coming out with us?"
"I don't know, I might just call it a night." Madison answered.
"Okay, but you should come, honestly, you leave this guy on his own and he'll be beating the women off with a stick." Archie said, flashing them his 100-watt smile. Madison liked him, and what was more, the therapist in her liked him for Diesel. His words tended to be light but they were genuine, and Madison read concern in his eyes when he looked at his friend.
"Well when you put it that way, I think I will come, just to keep an eye on him you know," she winked at Diesel who was wavering slightly on his feet. "Do you want me to come? If you just want to have a guys night out, you can."
"No, come Madison, I want you to. I can't wait to see your moves on the dance floor," he said shuffling back in forth.
"After that little move I'm sure she can't wait to see yours either," Archie said.
"I'm going to run home and take a shower, but I'll meet you guys."
"You can't be driving girl, you are drunk as hell," Archie answered. "Listen, me and Diesel will take you to your place. We'll wait in the car like good gentleman while you change and put your face on and all that."
"I don't put my face on!" She squealed with fake indignation. "I don't wear that much makeup!"
