Find Me Alastar

I look back at Brelly.

“Yes,” Thomas replies. “And?”

Brielle shakes her head in denial. “Anyway.”

“Tell them.” I point at her.

“No.” She laughs stupidly.

“Tell us what?” Alastar demands.

“She likes him.” I grin.

“Ohh,” the boys collectively chime and we all laugh out loud.

“Now we are getting somewhere.” Thomas smiles broadly.

Brielle holds her two fingers up in a pinching symbol and squints. “Little bit,” she whispers.

“He’s old.” I laugh.

The boys both look at me. “How old?” Alastar asks.

“He’s not old,” Brielle snaps.

“Tell us woman. How fucking old?” Thomas yells and we all burst into laughter again.

“He has a daughter who is fifteen.” She sips her wine. “He’s thirty-eight” she blurts out.

“That is not old.” Alastar points his glass at Brielle.

“Only an old person would say that,” Thomas yells and we all laugh as Thomas and I clink glasses.

Our attention turns to Alastar. “How old are you, anyway?” I ask.

“Old enough to know better.” Alastar laughs and he and Thomas clink glasses. The wine sloshes over

the sides of their glasses. Oh, man, we are all very drunk. This conversation and wine glass clinking is

getting out of hand.

“Anyway.” She waves her glass around in the air, pauses and hiccups. “So there is a lot of…” She

hesitates. “Chemistry going on.”

The boys smile broadly and Alastar picks up my hand and kisses the back of it without thinking. My

eyes linger on his face a little too long and he glances over at me, raising a brow in question. I shake my

head. For heaven’s sake, Emerson, stop openly swooning over this guy. You’re getting embarrassing.

“The other night he was supposed to be away,” Brielle continues.

“Aha.”

“And when I went to check on the kids, I saw something in his bedroom.”

Thomas puts his hands over his eyes. “Don’t tell me he was doing the deed with someone else?”

Brielle shakes her head and takes a huge gulp of her wine. “Nope.”

Alastar’s eyes dance with mischief as he listens.

“He was naked.”

“Naked,” Thomas repeats and Alastar smirks.

“And…” I shriek.

Brielle puts her hands over her eyes. “And he was pulling himself.”

“I told you he was a wanker.” Alastar laughs as he slaps his hand onto the table and we all erupt into

laughter.

“And what did you do?” Thomas asks in shock.

“I stood there and watched. When he saw me watching, he kept going.”

“He kept going!” The boys both shriek. Alastar and Thomas high five each other.

“You dirty, dirty girl,” Thomas yells.

“Is Em this dirty, Star?” He points to me with his glass.

“Filthy.” Alastar smirks and we all laugh.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Brielle puts one hand over her eyes in horror and I grab her hand over the table as I giggle.

“And then what happened?” I ask.

“And then we have been weird ever since and he went out on a date. Then I accidently-on-purpose

booby trapped his next date and told her about another date,” she says in a rush to get it all out.

The table falls silent and I put my hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing.

Thomas goes into a serious thinking pose. “There is only one thing to do,” he replies seriously in that

strong Irish accent as he narrows his eyes.

We all lean into the table to hear his solution. “What?” she asks. “I need help. This is a disaster.”

“You should take me home and fuck me like an animal, really, really loudly so he can hear.”

The table erupts into laughter again.

“Hell, and just to be nice, you can do me on his bed if you want while he watches.”

Alastar raises his glass in a toast motion and we all join in. “To Thomas, forever the gentleman and

willing to take one for the team.”

We all in fits of laughter as we repeat. “To Thomas, for taking one for the team.”