Baby Love(130)

"No Trey. I'm all ready and I'm not getting mussed up this close to the start of the guests arriving for the party. I really mean it honey,” I pleaded as he sauntered over to the bed naked.

Thirty minutes later I was re-doing my hair and make-up in the bathroom. I caught myself humming some random tune by the Rolling Stones that had popped into my head. It was something about not always getting what you want; but if you try sometimes you might just find that you get what you need.

(Hmmm . . .interesting )

The party was in full swing with nearly all of the guests present by the time Trey and I got downstairs. A DJ was spinning records in the large family room which had been expanded to include the deck right off of it. The fire pit was going to keep everyone that had ventured outside to dance warm.

Trey went over to talk to Nigel and I made a quick path to the bar and ordered an 'Adios Mother Fucker' having to recite the recipe to the bartender.

Gina’s Aunt Becky was there; I hadn’t seen her in awhile. She was watching Tristan closely; observing the way that he and Gina interacted I suspected. She spotted me watching her watch them and waved me over. She gave me a hug.

“I saw you checking the situation out with Gina,” I said to her laughing.

“I’m just looking out for my sister’s daughter. Of course all of us were shell-shocked with what Ian pulled.”

“Yeah no one saw that coming,” I agreed.

“Did Gina mention that Ian was trying to get back together with her a couple of weeks ago?”

“Are you shitting me?”

Becky looked totally blown away by Ian's audacity.

“I was there,” I said. “She blew him off. She is all about Tristan.”

“That is apparent,” she said nodding her head.

“Just so you know Aunt Becky – he is all about her as well.”

“He damn well better be,” Becky replied, “Gina’s almost like one of my own.”

Our conversation was interrupted when we both saw Landon and Caroline come in through the main hallway.

“Well I see the entertainment has arrived,” Becky said wryly. “I think I need another beer.”

Caroline spotted me standing there and gave me a wave. She came across the dance floor noticing Gina and Tristan slow dancing to the music. She did a double take on her way over. She had her signature glass of red wine in her hand. She looked as if it was not her first of the evening.

“Hey Tylar,” she said in her semi-slurred voice, “What happened to Tristan’s bitch with the flapping fig leaves?”

“He traded up Caroline, can’t you tell?”

“I know that’s right,” she giggled signaling for Landon to bring her a full glass of wine.

"So what's this big news that Nigel and Tess brought with them from California?" she asked, taking a healthy swig of her wine.

I truthfully had no clue as to what she was talking about. Apparently that was evidenced on my face.

"Really Tylar - are you always the last one to the party?"

"Apparently so, Caroline. I've heard nothing about any news they have. Wouldn't Landon know since he is her brother?"

"You bet your perky ass he knows," she slurred. "He's keeping it from me. He says I don't know when to keep my mouth shut. Do you believe that horseshit?"

I gave her a look of disbelief. It was actually disbelief that Caroline hadn't figured that out already about herself with her numerous drunken tirades.

"I know right," she nodded misunderstanding my look as being in agreement with her.

"But," she continued on as if I was even interested, "I will tell you this. Landon is way stricter with me than Nigel had ever been. Tell you the truth - it's kind of sexy."

She started giggling about that time and swayed. I wasn't particularly anxious to be wearing her red wine on me despite the fact that I was wearing a dark color.

"Here comes your man Tylar," she said letting out a drunken version of a tiger roar, "TTYL."

She staggered on her way most likely trying to find Landon and her full glass of Merlot.

"What's 'TTYL'?" Trey asked coming up to me.

"Talk to you later," I said.

"Well excuse me; what the f*ck did I do to piss you off?"

"No Trey," I started laughing. My alcohol consumption was giving me a very nice buzz.

"TTYL are the first letter initials for the phrase: Talk To You Later."

I asked Trey to get me another ‘Adios Mother Fucker’ at the bar.

"Tylar you aren't going to get shit-faced tonight are you?"

Trey - it's New Years Eve. When was the last time I really, really got to cut loose and party? So to answer your question: yes, I plan to get totally shit-faced tonight and party till I puke."

Trey grudgingly brought my drink to me. I sipped on it; about twenty minutes later I ordered another.

Trey and I danced to a couple of songs. He noticed that Gina was not drinking.

“What’s up with Gina tonight?”

“What do you mean?”

“It looks like she’s on the wagon for some reason.”

“Oh I don’t know. I think she promised Tristan she wouldn’t get wasted tonight. I think she’s just pacing herself,” I lied.