"Hey baby, just relax. Let's sit down, have a drink, get to know each other."
"Yeah no."
"What? C'mon, this is top quality stuff. Just try a sip."
"I already told you, I'm not taking a drink from a total stranger who could've put anything in it. Understand? No chance. I'm outta here."
"But wait!"
He ran after her, leaving the drink behind.
Katie was more glad than usual for what many called her resting bitch face. It was her best friend's wedding - or at least she'd thought it was her best friend, until Natalie had picked Brandy to be her maid of honor. Natalie had been her best friend their entire childhoods, and only met Brandy in the past two years. Nonetheless Katie had to settle for mere bridesmaid, with this horrible lavender dress and all those horny dickhead groomsmen trying to coax her out of it. Add to that the fact that it was an outdoor wedding in the Texas summertime, and she was sweating buckets underneath this monstrosity.
It would have been different if she hadn't disapproved of the wedding from the get-go. Hell, Katie had disapproved of the entire relationship, and she'd been there when it started. Sure, maybe Natalie wasn't as hot as her, but the bride was still probably a seven when she made the effort, presumably well out of Jonah's league. He didn't even treat her that well. There was rampant speculation (whispered politely out of the happy couple's hearing) as to how long this marriage would last.
Katie just hoped if it failed, Natalie would have better taste in tailors next time around. That idiot had stitched this thing so that her boobs were practically falling out. With boobs like Katie's, that made her a target in a hunter-rich environment.
As she made her way back to the table from the dance floor, she smirked at the sight of Brandy storming away from their table, some greasy-faced dude hustling after her and imploring her to wait for him. Katie was just glad someone else had had to fend this guy off; she'd already had half a dozen guys try to get with her in the past few hours. She flopped down at the table, slipping off the heels that had come with her dress to rub her aching feet.
Ugh, just as gawdy as the dress
, she thought at the things, frowning.
She'd had good timing on taking a break. The music died down, and Greg, Jonah's best man, was taking center stage with a microphone to begin the toasting. Katie hadn't even been asked to give a speech.
She rested her chin on her hand, listening to Greg's boring, cliché speech. The zany antics they'd gotten up to way back when, first impressions of the bride, his certainty of their bright future. Blech. Katie could've written a better speech in her sleep.
"To the bride and groom!" he finished, raising his glass.
Katie brightened at this somewhat. Natalie had made her swear not to drink at the wedding, as she had something of a reputation as a mean drunk. "Bitchzilla" had been Natalie's word for it. But surely she couldn't begrudge her a quick drink during the toast - after all, was she supposed to not toast to their happy future? That would be rude.
Lucky for her, Brandy had left her drink behind. Katie preferred red wine to white (and liquor to wine on top of that), but it would do in a pinch. She snatched the glass, raised it to her stupid friend and her stupid friend's stupid husband, and chugged, glaring at the couple. With all eyes on them, they didn't notice.
Speaking of eyes on them... as she watched him raise a grateful bro-fist to Greg for the kind words, Katie wondered how she hadn't noticed it before, but Jonah... he was actually rocking that tux.
As the toasts went on, the bridesmaid explored that strange thought. She'd never thought of Jonah as being attractive before. In fact, she'd always sort of thought Natalie was stooping beneath her station with him. She knew he made good money, and any time one of her friends criticized the guy's love handles Natalie was quick to insist he was a demon in the sack, a cock that went on for days... Katie had just always assumed she was saying it to reassure herself she wasn't wasting her time.
But watching him in the romantic lighting of the rented pavilion... she began to suspect Natalie was on to something. He was actually pretty handsome, Katie realized. And Natalie had never been one to brag on her lovers before... Jonah probably really did have a monster in his pants.
Katie closed her eyes, tuning out the droning of the speeches as she took herself back in time. She still remembered the first time she'd met him. He'd been part of what was now his wife's circle of friends for a while, but they weren't dating at the time. Katie had been visiting for the weekend, catching up with her old buddy Natalie, looking to toss back a few drinks and break a few hearts.
She'd been introduced to Natalie's new friends. That had been the first time she'd met Brandy, too, her roommate at the time. They'd hit a few clubs on the strip, gotten good and toasted, then back to Natalie and Brandy's place. She remembered standing at the fridge grabbing a fresh beer when Jonah had come up behind her.
In her memory, she remembered he'd tried some awkward excuse to talk to her, and she'd remembered shutting him down pretty hard. Her standard bitchy roll of the eyes and a dismissive comment, probably. Only now...
Katie opened her eyes for just long enough to look at him again. Damn he was sexy. She let the image of him burn into her eyes a moment, then closed them tight again to stroll back down memory lane. Only this time, she made a few changes to the memory...
"Don't you think it's weird how there's no D in 'refrigerator' but there is one in 'fridge'?" He was smiling at her, trying to look confident that his clever observation would reel her in for conversation.
Katie turned from the open refrigerator door to smile at him. She'd been waiting for him to get the nerve to hit on her all night, flirting shamelessly whenever she could, giving every possible look at her body without simply stripping on the dance floor. "You like D's, do you?" Katie fiddled with the pendant on her necklace, though really, it was just to call his attention to her tits. She was still wearing the risque backless sequined top with the plunging neckline that she'd worn to the club, so they were hard to miss.
Jonah's gaze followed her hand, just like she wanted. He didn't seem nervous about how quickly a girl had welcomed his approach, or shy about looking right at her boobs. She loved his confidence. "You know, I would've guessed they were bigger than that."
"They are, but I didn't think you had a witty conversation starter for F's."
His smile told her that he liked that her being so forward. That was good. She'd been as patient as she could all night waiting for him to notice her. "Well aren't you just..."
"Fun?"
"Not quite what I was thinking."
"A paragon of nice tits?"
"That's closer to the mark."
