Chapter 3
“Okay, okay. Fuck, marry, kill. Swayze from Dirty Dancing, Judd Nelson from Breakfast Club, or Brett Michaels.”
“Ah!” My scream was shrill, rivaling the clink of our beer bottles as we shouldered one another. “Those choices are bullshit!”
“Well,” shrugged my best friend Tiffany with a smirk. “That’s it. The world is dead and reproduction is up to you.”
“Remember, Dany,” slurred Rebecca, the third leg of our friendship triangle, before she leaned in for a not so subtle whisper. “You get to fuck who you marry, too.” She tipped her beer, pointing it conspiratorially with a wink, and then proceeded to spill some on her Motley Crüe tee.
“Becca!” Tiffany gasped and smacked her shoulder. “No cheating!”
“She’s right though,” I laughed. “Unless the game is called ever-fucking, loveless marriage, and aggravated murder, I would get to fuck who I marry. So–”
Tiffany threw a french fry, laughed when it hit me in the eye, and said “Shut up and pick your fucking husband!”
“Jesus, Tiff!” The salt should have stung my eye, but I had plenty of laughing tears washing it away. “Fine!” I threw the fry back at her back, and it landed on the Aqua Net prison her teased curls lived in.
Our laughter turned to cackles, and fuck if that didn’t make us laugh even harder.
“Alright!” I swatted the air around us. “Alright. I know my answers. Are you ready?”
Becca squealed and Tiffany bit into a chip as she leaned in with excitement brightening her eyes.
“I would subject myself to a loveless marriage with Swayze, commit aggravated murders against Brett, and fuck the shit out of Judd Nelson for the rest of my life.”
The sound of our squeals turned every head from the surrounding tables and we couldn’t have cared less.
I stared at my two best friends and the amount of love I felt burning in my chest could have engulfed the Earth and burned brighter than the sun we orbit.
“I love you guys.” I reached out for their hands, relishing the moment they both squeezed me back with a smile.
“We love you too, Dany,” Becca said.
“Cheers to three badass bitches!” Tiffany while our bottles clink together.
A broad shadow appeared over my shoulder and a deep, charismatic voice said, “I’ll drink to that.”
I turned with a smile and was immediately dazzled when he swooped his golden blonde hair to the side.
“Nice shirt,” Tiffany said with a wink.
”What, this old thing?” He pulled the front out to display the worn out Nirvana logo with a wry smile. I couldn’t help stealing a glance at the V of his hips peeking out from the band of his white-washed jeans.
“Dany loves Nirvana.” Becca sipped from her beer, raising a suggestive eyebrow at me after a subtle nod.
“Does she now?”
The mystery man turned those baby blue eyes on me and all I could offer was an embarrassingly hot blush and awkward laugh.
“She’s free tomorrow night if you wanted to talk in length about Kurt Cobain.” Tiffany and Becca sniggered. I glared.
“Is that true, Dany?”
I tipped my beer back and, when only a single drop hit my tongue, I held up the empty bottle and said, “Maybe we can start with a beer, mister…?”
He huffed a laugh, threw out a Prince Charming smile and grabbed the bottle. “Andrew.”