Started: 17.11.14
Finished: 17.11.16
Words: 2,341
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Tony pulled a stool over, “you mean you slept with his daughter?”
Mike let out a low whistle, “What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t. It’s not like I planned it, it just sorta…” he shrugged, “happened.”
“Jesus, dude.”
“Wait,” Tony leaned forward, resting his arms on his legs, “How the hell does sleeping with the boss’ daughter ‘just happen’?”
Dean barked out a laugh, “Shit man, I don’t know. She mentioned her car was acting weird, so I offered to check it out. We get to her place, start having a few drinks and then she starts ripping my clothes off. I’m like, ‘whoa, I thought I was here for your car?’ and she’s all, ‘take a look under this hood’ and starts taking her clothes off. By now I’m thinking, ‘I gotta get out of here’, but when her dress fell to the floor…” he licked his lips at the memory, “That’s when I knew I was screwed.”
Mike adjusted his glasses, “Hold on, what about that other chick?” his brows furrowed in thought, “Cassandra? Cassie?”
The blonde sighed and rubbed a hand at the back of his neck, “Cas.”
“Yeah, that’s it. I thought you guys were, like, together.”
“We are.”
“So then why did you…?”
“I don’t know,” he unconsciously started rocking himself back and forth on his creeper, eyes glued to the floor, “I was drunk,” he let out a deep sigh and ran a hand through his hair, “I don’t think it’s gonna work out though.”
“Why not? You seemed so into her. Unless,” Tony lowered his voice, “did you tell her you-?”
“No! Of course not. He’d definitely not talk to me if he knew.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
The blonde sighed again, “Today’s his birthday.”
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