Binding 13

Clicking into that particular contact, I recognized the number as being Cormac's.

He could stay like that.

Devil Pussy, too.

I spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to find Hughie's number because I couldn’t figure out who was bleeding who in my phone.

After accidentally dialing the contact Casual Sex and hearing Coach Mulcahy's voice on the other line, I quickly hung up.

Cancelling another incoming call from King Clit, because who in their right mind would answer a number listed as that, I switched off my phone and shoved it back in my pocket.

Morose, I made my way across the road to the chip shop and ordered half a dozen cheeseburgers and two bags of chips.

No need to watch my diet now.

Not when my body was hellbent on giving up on me.

Slumping on a wall outside the chipper, I devoured everything and chugged it down with a bottle of water.

The grease tasted foreign to me, and I knew I would pay for it tomorrow, but for now I didn’t care.

"Joh

I snapped my gaze up to see a tall lad about my age looking expectantly at me.

He had his arm slung over the shoulder of an attractive blonde.

Fan or friend?

Friend or fan?

I tried to place the face and couldn’t, so decided on fan.

"No pictures tonight, kids," I bit out, tone slurred. "Joh

The guy laughed but made no move to shove a camera in my face, which was just as well considering my current condition.

Instead he shocked the hell out of me by saying, "I spoke to you on the phone the other week. You know my sister, Sha

My head snapped up and I found myself concentrating a whole heap more on the lad in front of me.

"You're the hurler–" I paused and racked my brain for his name. "Joey!" I blurted out, proud of myself for managing to retrieve that piece of information in my state. "Joey the hurler and Sha

"Like the river?" the girl chuckled. "God, how much have you had to drink?"

"A river load by the looks of it," Joey stated wryly, eyeing me with curiosity. "Do you think you should head home, man?" he added. "You look fairly well oiled."

"Would if I could," I admitted with a grumble. "No taxi."

"Sure we can give you a lift, can't we, babe?" the girl a

I opened my mouth to protest but, "That'd be great, thanks," came out instead.

"Yeah, sure, no problem," Joey agreed, looking a bit surprised. He shifted uncomfortably for a minute then inclined his head. "Let's go."

I managed to stand up, but it took a lot of work to stay upright.

Slamming my shoulder against the wall, I managed to keep my balance as I followed after them.

Thankfully, the girl who I presumed was Joey's girlfriend, wasn’t messing when she said they were only parked down the road.

Another few stumbling feet and we reached the red Opal Corsa.

At least that's what I thought it was.

It was hard to tell because my head was spi

Fuck it, though, I was in no state to question their methods of traveling.

I was beyond grateful for the lift.

"I'm Aoife Molloy, by the way," the girl a

"Nice to meet you," I replied, keeping my weight against the wall while Joey opened the driver's side door and then rolled the seat forward.

"Three door," he said by way of explanation. "You're going to have to climb into the back."

"It's fine, lad." I pulled away from the wall and braced my weight against the car before wedging myself through the tiny space.

My efforts were about as effective as sailing a paper boat because Joey had to shove on my back to get me inside.

"Christ," I muttered when I was finally in.

Sinking down in the middle of the seat, I had to twist my body sideways, my legs facing the side window, so Joey could push back his seat.

"You good, Kavanagh?" he called out when he climbed inside and pushed his seat back another five inches.

"All good," I croaked out, body mashed between the back of his seat and mine. "Thanks again for the lift."

"No bother," Joey replied. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to his girlfriend's lips before fastening his seatbelt. "Where are we heading?"

Straight to your house because I wa