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"The Gards pulled him over for tax and insurance," he called back through the windscreen like that answered my question.
I gaped. "So? Hughie's above board."
"He looked at me, Joh
I glared at him. "You're King Clit?"
"Oh, yeah," Gibsie snickered. "I forgot about that."
"What's Hughie down as?"
"Ginger Pubes," he replied like it was the most obvious thing ever.
It wasn’t.
"He's blond," I growled.
"His girlfriend isn’t."
"Jesus Christ," I groaned, rubbing my forehead.
"What do you want me to do with him?" Joey asked.
I shrugged and contemplated telling him to drive over the a
And in all fairness, he had taken a few slaps defending my honor tonight.
"I should probably bring him back to my place," I begrudgingly admitted. "Or a secured hospital."
Joey muttered something incoherent under his breath and climbed out.
It sounded something like 'you two fuckers better not puke in this car.'
I was making no promises.
My buddy was a projector.
Pulling on the seat, Joey dragged it forward and instructed an intoxicated Gibsie to climb in.
He did.
But instead of climbing or crawling inside, the bastard lunged into the backseat.
"Fuck!" I roared, doubling over in pain when his elbow landed in my crotch.
There goes your last shot right there…
"Shit, man, did I get your dick?" Gibsie slurred as he tried and failed to climb over me. "I'll get ice for your balls when we get home."
"Get. Off. Me," I strangled out, fairly sure I was turning purple from the pain, as he climbed over the seat, digging and kneeing me with his elbows and knees.
Finally, he managed to drag his ass over to the other side of the seat.
"Christ," he mused, settling down alongside me. "That's the tightest hole I've been inside in months."
Joey climbed back in and started the engine before quickly tearing off down the street.
"I hope there's not any more of you," he said. "The car's weighing down at the back."
"Sorry," I began to say but was cut off by Gibsie.
"It's his fault – the fat bastard," he a
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Go fuck yourself, Gerard."
"I was being sincere, Jonathon," he shot back, wounded. "For that, you can get your own bloody ice tonight – hold up!"
Grabbing the front of my shirt, he dragged me towards him and sniffed my mouth.
"You traitor!" he choked out, looking comically horrified. "You went to the chipper!"
"Yeah, I did," I replied, shoving away from him. "And it was fucking delicious, and I have no regrets."
"What did you have?"
"A few cheeseburgers and a curry-chips."
"How did it taste?"
"Better than sex."
"We're supposed to be on a diet!" Gibsie hissed in an appalled tone before quickly asking, "Did you get me something?"
"Yeah, I got you a burger."
"Thanks, Joh
"And then I got hungry so I ate it."
"You're a monster."
"You two are so weird," Aoife laughed. "Aren't they fu
"They're something, alright," Sha
"Hey." Suddenly realizing he was in the company of strangers, Gibsie leaned through the middle of their seats and asked, "Who the fuck are you guys?"
"Joh
"Sister?" The word seemed to confuse Gibsie, who stared blankly at me for several moments.
Throwing a prayer up to the heavens that he could control himself, I nodded and said, "Sha
Gibsie sank back beside me and frowned. "Sha
"Yes, Sha Gibsie's eyes widened then, awareness suddenly dawning on him. "Oh, Sha "Is that right?" Joey replied tightly. Oh fuck. "Yeah, he's always looking out for her at school," Gibsie added with a wink. "Making sure she's not getting into any hassle." I bit back a groan and resisted the urge to wrap my hands around his neck and choke the life out of him. To be fair, it could have been worse. Gibsie was capable of saying so much worse. "That's lovely," Aoife chimed in, and I noticed the way she placed a hand on her boyfriend's knee. "Isn't it kind of him, Joe?" "Why?" Joey demanded, tone hard and suspicious. "What's in it for you?" I sighed heavily and tried to come up with something believable. "Because I fucked her –" "You what?" Joey roared, slamming on the brakes. The sudden jolt of the car stopping caused Gibsie and me to lunge forwards. Turning around, Joey glared at me. "You better be messing around right now, Kavanagh, because I swear to Christ I will –" "Over!" I hurried to explain, dragging myself back onto the seat. "I fucked her over on her first day. Embarrassed her on the pitch when I knocked her out." But I want to fuck her... I want in your sister so bad you wouldn’t believe it... The things I imagine doing to her would shock you… I waited for the homicidal look in his eyes to fade before continuing. "I figured I owed the girl, so I just kept an eye out on things – made sure she was settling in okay. It's not easy starting a new school." Shrugging, I added, "Didn’t want her getting any u I was a sitting duck waiting for her brother to make the next move. If Joey hit me, I wouldn’t hit back. I wouldn’t retaliate. That was the scary thing about this situation. Sitting in his car, drunk off my ass, knowing that I was more than capable of beating the shite out of him, but knowing I wouldn’t. Because of her. Because he was important to her. Because if I hit him, I would hurt her. And hurting her was bad. Hurting her made me want to hurt something harder. That notion was more messed up and complicated than my drunk ass could comprehend. Joey didn’t reply, but he did turn his attention to the road and start driving again. I breathed a sigh of relief. Turning to Gibsie, I mouthed the words keep your mouth shut. He responded with a theatrical finger to mouth zipper motion. When we reached the turn off to my house, half an hour later, I mumbled a few short directions. Joey responded with a clipped nod and turned right, leaving the main road for the rickety secondary road that led to the entrance of the property. I was feeling more clear-headed now – I guess the near brush with death at the hands of Sha I wished the same could be said for Gibsie, who was passed out beside me, snoring like a grizzly bear. When Joey pulled up outside the gates of the property, I said, "We can get out here, man."