Asher
Wilkinson is an actor in an improvisation group that performs at a
local club. He's not been having a very good night and, in a fit of
anger, admits he'd fantasized about a three-way with one of the
actresses, Katie and his then girlfriend, Sallie. Katie is now
engaged to his friend, Riker. Misunderstandings ensue.
CAUTION
– STRONG LANGUAGE
Alone,
Asher headed out to the parking lot. Riker met him there, leaning
against Asher's car, smoking. Sensing trouble, he stopped a yard
away, readjusting his bag to get it out of his way.
"So,
you're lusting after for my fiancée."
"One
time, that's it. Before you two were even together."
"I
was with Katie the whole time you and Sallie were together."
Raising
an eyebrow, Asher spread his hands, sauntering closer. Pent up sexual
tension, an argument with the women and another with Hansel, he was
spoiling for a fight.
"Didn't
say that," he replied. "Before you got with Kate, I had
her—first." Asher shoved his friend's chest, knocking Riker
back a step.
Riker's
knuckles went white, his fists clenched. "You're a liar! Katie
would have told me if she'd made it with you."
"Like
you told her all about Manky Marissa?" Asher laughed, taunting
the other man.
Riker
led with his left, his swing wide and badly timed. Asher ducked,
grabbing Riker's arm as it passed over his head. A short scuffle
followed and Riker was face down on the hood of Asher's car.
"Never
attack me in anger," Asher growled.
Riker
wriggled, trying to get free. "When the hell else am I gonna hit
you, f**khead?"
"You're
my friend, which is why I'm not breaking your arm." Asher leaned
close, his mouth an inch from Riker's ear. "I'm not apologizing
for screwing Kate. I'm not apologizing for thinking of a three-way. I
am apologizing for wanting to break your neck for being a
f**ktard. Got it?" He pressed Riker's face onto the hood.
"Yeah,
got it." Riker's voice was muffled from the hand and the hood.
"Don't
come at me again. I can kill you." Asher let his friend
up.
Riker
wiped drool off his face. "You're f**ked up, man. Like totally
crazy. No wonder you liked Marissa. Both of you are f**king nuts!"
"You
wanna stop talking now," Asher said quietly. "And you wanna
step off."
Riker
knew better than to push his luck. He walked around the car next to
Asher's, putting a ton of metal between them.
"This
isn't over."
"Yes,
it is." Asher got in his car and drove off. He saw Riker in his
rearview, dialing his phone.
©
2017 Dellani Oakes
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