He liked it when I wore normal colors, so I made sure to put on stuff that would drive him insane.
At least I was wearing the normal eyes today. The last dinner party he forced me to come to I wore the cat-eyed pupil contacts, causing him to turn red in the face and ask me to leave.
But with this dinner party being on the heels of the last one, I decided to be nice and not make his blood pressure rise twice in one week.
At least not too much.
“All right, ladies and gentlemen.” I heard over the loudspeakers. “It’s time to get this party started.”
I rolled my eyes and moved toward the table I knew Dad had gotten for us.
But on the way, I did stop for another beer.
Actually, I got two.
Double-fisting them, I walked to my table, took a seat where my name ‘Six Broussard’ was on my spot, and plopped down.
Then I started to drink.
I was so focused on my task of drinking, too, that I didn’t notice when someone sat at the table with me until a low, deep chuckle had me glancing up.
When I saw the David Gandy looking older gentleman, this time with his whiskey about halfway gone, laughing across the table from me, I took notice.
The man truly was hot.
Too bad he looked too uptight. Too stuck up. Too like my father.
Speaking of my father, he finally took a seat next to me and growled.
“What?” I snapped.
“Do you have to embarrass me?” he asked. “Two beers, Six? Really?”
I narrowed my eyes. “What’s wrong with beer?”
“There’s nothing wrong with beer,” he grumbled under his breath so nobody would see. “If you allow them to serve it to you, one at a time, in a glass. You, on the other hand, are drinking it like an uncouth child straight out of the bottle.”
I took a sip from my bottle. “It tastes better in the bottle.”
At least, it did to me.
“It tastes no different and you know it,” he countered.
I ignored him as the dinner courses started to be served.
I ignored the plate of what-the-fuck-ever and instead pulled a bag of Classic Lay’s out of my purse.
My dad stiffened beside me when I ripped open the bag, but otherwise didn’t say anything as I happily ate my chips and stared around the room with curiosity.
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