Vince picked up the nearly untouched tray. He sat the tray on the bed long enough to yank on a pair of running shorts. He pulled the door to the bedroom closed as quietly as he could. He sat the tray on the breakfast bar, pour a good two fingers of scotch in a glass, not sure if it was Amy's tequila glass or his own, and tossed it off.
He tried to convince himself not to feel shitty about this. They, or Amy rather, had started this fucked up little drama. He had gotten a vibe off Chad from the beginning. Those vibes weren't always right, but often enough. He told himself she needed to know about this before the wedding anyway, not that he blamed the kid. It took an unbelievable amount of guts to tell the woman you love that you happen to enjoy sucking a cock now and again. He surely hadn't found the guts to do it; he wasn't about to throw stones at Chad.
He had spent the day and most of the evening thinking of them as kids. Well, he reminded himself, despite their ages, in most ways they were. If he was the adult in all this how did he let it get so fucked up?
He didn't hear anything from the other room. That was good he supposed, maybe it meant they were talking and not fighting. He wander over to the couch and sat down. He picked the remote up off the table, thumb the volume down and select his iPod. He hit "random" and let it play. He rested his head against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. One song, two, three, five and then he stopped counting. He had no idea how long it was before he heard the soft squeak of his bedroom door.
Chad looked miserable. Amy looked worse, her red swollen eyes made her look younger than ever. She was leaning against Chad. Vince took that as a good sign. Amy had slipped her arms into the robe. Vince tried not to notice Chad was still naked, the remnants of his earlier excitement hung in a thread from the head of his dick.
"Can I get you anything?" Vince asked as he rose from the couch.
"I wouldn't turn down another scotch," Chad said softly before tilting his head to look at Amy. "Am, you wanted anything?"
"Water I guess." Her voice had dropped a register. She sounded like she needed a Kleenex more than a drink. Vince picked the box up off the table and held it out to her without saying a word. She quickly snatched two from the box.
"Thanks." She sniffled before letting out an impressive honk. Vince stifled the urge to laugh.
"Get your scotch in a minute." He threw over his shoulder to Chad as he entered the kitchen. He opened a cabinet and grabbed a small juicer. He halved the lime laying on the counter and quickly juiced it. He pour it into a martini shaker, checking for seed, add some raw sugar and a pinch of candied ginger and a couple of ice cubes. He shook the like a fiend for a minute then decanted it into a tall glass.
Amy and moved to the sofa. She sat leaning against one of the arms, while Chad more or less helplessly rubbed her ankle. Vince squatted and then sat cross legged on the floor by the end of the sofa. Amy's eyes were closed. He brushed her hair back.
"Kiddo? Something to drink. I think you'll like. I know you like limes." He spoke softly, as if to a sick child.
Amy opened her eyes and frowned. "No tequila?"
"No tequila, no booze at all. Promise. It'll help rehydrate you. If you don't like it I'll get you a water."
Amy took a tentative sip looking uncertain. Her face brightened and she sound almost like her old self when she spoke.
"That is good." She took another sip then looked at Chad. "Want to try it?"
"Sure babe." He took a sip and tried to sound enthusiastic but failed. "Not bad, not too sweet and a little zing at the end. You drink it babe."
Amy drank. It wasn't a lot, only one lime, but she drank slowly. Chad rubbed her leg. Vince, unsure for once, rubbed the back of her head where he could reach it. She didn't seem to mind. When she finished she handed the glass to Vince. He levered himself off the floor with his legs. He told himself when he had to use his arms to get off the floor he was going to swim straight out from the beach until his strength left him or something ate his ass, either way was fine.
"Still want that scotch?"
"Yeah, please."
Vince sat Amy's glass in the sink, pour Chad and himself a shot, filled another glass with cold water for Amy and carried the glasses back to the sofa. He had Chad's and his glasses pinched between the fingers of one hand. He'd been sucking the guy's dick he didn't suppose he'd kick up a stink about his fingers touching the rim of the glass.
Sitting by Chad seemed like a suboptimal plan to Vince. Trying to rid himself of the sickroom voice he'd been using, he gestured with the glasses before handing them over.
"Scoot down you two."
They did. Now Chad sat in the corner, Amy leaned against his side. Chad kept his distance at the other end of the sofa. He sipped his drink. No one spoke.
Trying his best to imitate the older Canadian gentleman who had shared the hot tub with them earlier, Vince intoned, "how aboot that rain aye?"
For a moment they just stared at them. Then Amy burst into laughter. She sat up giggling and holding her sides.
"Oh crap...I can't breathe" She would appear to get control and then off she'd go. When she slid off the couch and lay on the floor between the couch and table Vince could only stare, wondering if he should call 911 or something.
He looked a Chad who was leaning over his own knees and smiling at Amy. He was rubbing her back.
"Settle down Am. Breath honey."
The giggles slowed followed by several hitching breaths. Then she made the mistake of looking a Vince. His face was such a stereotype of concern it set her off again.
Chad resumed rubbing her back while he and Vince eyed her from opposite ends of the couch.
This time when the giggles stop she sat up with back against the couch and ignored both of them. She picked up the glass and took a long drink. Vince could see her throat work and knew she was trying not to laugh. She managed not to and finished her water. She jumped up from the floor and walked to the counter and sat the glass down. She continued on into the bedroom. They heard the pocket door close, followed by the unmistakable sound of a woman peeing. Vince had no idea why women peed so loudly.
He looked at Chad. "She okay?"
Chad shrugged. "Better I guess. Maybe one of her giggle fits relieved some of the tension."
"So, she had no idea? You never, you know brought it up or anything?"
"I think she wondered. I try to drop some hints but they were pretty subtle. I didn't want to freak her out, scare her away. I mean, Jesus, I love her dude."
He looked at Vince with pure misery. Vince felt for him but what could he do?
"If we were watch some porn I might comment on how big a dude's dick was, stuff like that, you know?"
