Taking Shots
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Elli smiled as he looked into her eyes. He had a crooked smile on his face, and his glasses were a little crooked too since he had his face up against her neck.
“Wanna dance with me?”
“Hey El, wanna get a drink with me?” Both Elli and Shea looked over at Harper, who was standing up. Elli could tell by the look on her face that she was mad.
“Uh, yeah,” Elli said. She looked at Shea apologetically, and kissed his cheek.
“Sorry,” she said as she stood up and followed Harper to the bar.
Harper was fuming, and Elli was trying to figure out what happened since they were joking about chocolate not even five minutes ago. Crap, things were going so good! Harper ordered a Jack and Coke, while Elli settled for a beer. They both leaned on the bar, looking out at the crowd that was dancing while Jakob, Shea, and Alex stood with two wingers and the backup goalie at their table. Elli looked over at Harper, and was surprised that she had already downed half of her drink.
“So, what’s wrong?”
“I want to leave.”
“Why? Aren’t you having a nice time? I am,” Elli said, turning towards Harper.
She looked like she might cry. Elli hadn’t seen Harper cry since they were nine, so she highly doubted that would happen.
“He just doesn’t get it.”
“Who? What? Jakob?”
“Yes. He told Mary Ann I’m his girlfriend.” Elli just looked at Harper, confused. Was she missing something?
“Okay?”
“Its sex, Elli. That’s all. Just regular sex when I want it. Nothing more. I’m not his girlfriend.”
“Okay,” Elli said with a nod before taking Harper’s hand in hers, “Harper, y’all are so good together, are you sure it can’t be more?”
Harper just shook her head.
“No, I don’t want a boyfriend. I like it the way it is. He stays at my house and we have sex all the time.”
“And you’ve told him this?”
“Yeah, but he can’t get it through his head. He says he can change my mind on that. I’m serious, he can’t. I don’t want that.”
“I know,” Elli said with a nod. She knew it was too good to be true. Harper would never change. It wasn’t who she was. She was crazy, fun loving, different man screwing, Harper Allen. Not a one man type of gal. Elli felt so bad for Jakob, he just didn’t get it.
Elli looked over to her right and saw two girls staring at Harper and her. Elli looked back over at Harper, who was shaking her head, as she took sips of her drink, and then she looked back at the girls. They were beautiful girls. One had brown eyes while the other had green, and both were blondes, with extremely huge boobs and tiny waists. They started making their way towards Elli, and she looked back over at Harper, who saw them coming.
“Oh, come on,” she complained as the girls plastered big, fake grins on their faces.
“Hi! I’m Ellen Rochester. I’m married to Bryan Rochester, number 62,” the one with brown eyes said, holding her hand out to shake Elli’s and Harper’s. They took her hand, shaking it as green eyes introduced herself.
“And I’m Roxy Adams. I’m engaged to number 31, Matthew Parra,” she said, also shaking their hands.
“Who are you girls with?” Roxy continued.
“Oh, I’m Eleanor Fisher. I go by Elli, though. I’m here with Shea Adler.”
Both girls just looked at her before raising their eyebrows, “Shea Adler? The captain?”
“Yeah,” Elli said slowly with a nod.
“We thought she was with him,” Ellen said as she pointed her skinny little finger at Harper.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Harper said, looking up at Ellen. Ellen had about a foot on Harper, but Elli didn’t think she cared.
“No, actually I’m here with Jakob Titov.”
That made the girls giggle.
“No, wait, you’re kidding, right? We had this all wrong, didn’t we Rox? We thought it was the other way around.”
“Yeah, Shea usually doesn’t date girls of your-” Roxy looked Elli up and down, “stature.”
Oh hell, this was about to go bad. Elli knew it when she heard Harper’s loud intake of breath.
“Are you f**king kidding me right now?” Harper asked, stepping towards Roxy.
“Harp, please, it’s fine. Come on,” Elli said, pulling on Harper’s arm.
“What are you trying to say? That Shea doesn’t date beautifully sized women? Or that Jakob couldn’t get someone as hot as me?”
Roxy took a step back, but Harper followed.
“Because if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, I might have to break that fake nose of yours, you dumb bitch.”
“Okay, now. Come on, Harper.”
Jakob came out of nowhere, wrapping Harper up in his arms, walking her away.
Shea was right behind him, sending a look at the girls, then Elli.
“You alright, babe?” Elli nodded as Shea looked over at Roxy and Ellen. “What’s going on, ladies?”
“We don’t know. She flipped out,” Roxy sputtered, as Ellen pulled her arm and then they were gone.
“What the hell is going on?” Elli shrugged her shoulder, completely embarrassed, and a little hurt. This was what she had tried to tell Shea would happen. People wouldn’t understand why he was with her; she wasn’t his damn type.
“They didn’t believe that I was your date, Harper got pissed and did the only thing she knows how to do, which is to go off at the mouth.”
“Wanna dance with me?”
“Hey El, wanna get a drink with me?” Both Elli and Shea looked over at Harper, who was standing up. Elli could tell by the look on her face that she was mad.
“Uh, yeah,” Elli said. She looked at Shea apologetically, and kissed his cheek.
“Sorry,” she said as she stood up and followed Harper to the bar.
Harper was fuming, and Elli was trying to figure out what happened since they were joking about chocolate not even five minutes ago. Crap, things were going so good! Harper ordered a Jack and Coke, while Elli settled for a beer. They both leaned on the bar, looking out at the crowd that was dancing while Jakob, Shea, and Alex stood with two wingers and the backup goalie at their table. Elli looked over at Harper, and was surprised that she had already downed half of her drink.
“So, what’s wrong?”
“I want to leave.”
“Why? Aren’t you having a nice time? I am,” Elli said, turning towards Harper.
She looked like she might cry. Elli hadn’t seen Harper cry since they were nine, so she highly doubted that would happen.
“He just doesn’t get it.”
“Who? What? Jakob?”
“Yes. He told Mary Ann I’m his girlfriend.” Elli just looked at Harper, confused. Was she missing something?
“Okay?”
“Its sex, Elli. That’s all. Just regular sex when I want it. Nothing more. I’m not his girlfriend.”
“Okay,” Elli said with a nod before taking Harper’s hand in hers, “Harper, y’all are so good together, are you sure it can’t be more?”
Harper just shook her head.
“No, I don’t want a boyfriend. I like it the way it is. He stays at my house and we have sex all the time.”
“And you’ve told him this?”
“Yeah, but he can’t get it through his head. He says he can change my mind on that. I’m serious, he can’t. I don’t want that.”
“I know,” Elli said with a nod. She knew it was too good to be true. Harper would never change. It wasn’t who she was. She was crazy, fun loving, different man screwing, Harper Allen. Not a one man type of gal. Elli felt so bad for Jakob, he just didn’t get it.
Elli looked over to her right and saw two girls staring at Harper and her. Elli looked back over at Harper, who was shaking her head, as she took sips of her drink, and then she looked back at the girls. They were beautiful girls. One had brown eyes while the other had green, and both were blondes, with extremely huge boobs and tiny waists. They started making their way towards Elli, and she looked back over at Harper, who saw them coming.
“Oh, come on,” she complained as the girls plastered big, fake grins on their faces.
“Hi! I’m Ellen Rochester. I’m married to Bryan Rochester, number 62,” the one with brown eyes said, holding her hand out to shake Elli’s and Harper’s. They took her hand, shaking it as green eyes introduced herself.
“And I’m Roxy Adams. I’m engaged to number 31, Matthew Parra,” she said, also shaking their hands.
“Who are you girls with?” Roxy continued.
“Oh, I’m Eleanor Fisher. I go by Elli, though. I’m here with Shea Adler.”
Both girls just looked at her before raising their eyebrows, “Shea Adler? The captain?”
“Yeah,” Elli said slowly with a nod.
“We thought she was with him,” Ellen said as she pointed her skinny little finger at Harper.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Harper said, looking up at Ellen. Ellen had about a foot on Harper, but Elli didn’t think she cared.
“No, actually I’m here with Jakob Titov.”
That made the girls giggle.
“No, wait, you’re kidding, right? We had this all wrong, didn’t we Rox? We thought it was the other way around.”
“Yeah, Shea usually doesn’t date girls of your-” Roxy looked Elli up and down, “stature.”
Oh hell, this was about to go bad. Elli knew it when she heard Harper’s loud intake of breath.
“Are you f**king kidding me right now?” Harper asked, stepping towards Roxy.
“Harp, please, it’s fine. Come on,” Elli said, pulling on Harper’s arm.
“What are you trying to say? That Shea doesn’t date beautifully sized women? Or that Jakob couldn’t get someone as hot as me?”
Roxy took a step back, but Harper followed.
“Because if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, I might have to break that fake nose of yours, you dumb bitch.”
“Okay, now. Come on, Harper.”
Jakob came out of nowhere, wrapping Harper up in his arms, walking her away.
Shea was right behind him, sending a look at the girls, then Elli.
“You alright, babe?” Elli nodded as Shea looked over at Roxy and Ellen. “What’s going on, ladies?”
“We don’t know. She flipped out,” Roxy sputtered, as Ellen pulled her arm and then they were gone.
“What the hell is going on?” Elli shrugged her shoulder, completely embarrassed, and a little hurt. This was what she had tried to tell Shea would happen. People wouldn’t understand why he was with her; she wasn’t his damn type.
“They didn’t believe that I was your date, Harper got pissed and did the only thing she knows how to do, which is to go off at the mouth.”
