Fall From Grace(37)

“Like a secretary?  I don’t think that’s for me.  But, thank you for thinking of me.”  Another bottle of champagne came to the table.

“Nonsense.  Grace, you need a job.  My firm is the best place, and when I become partner you could be my personal secretary.”  His eyebrows moved up and down.

I barked out a laugh that was a little too loud.  “Nope.  I’m good where I’m at right now, thanks.”  More sips of champagne.  Does this come with an IV?

“So what are your plans then?” he demanded. Condescending jerk.

“Just plan to keep breathing for now, that’s about it. Well, until I stop, that is,” I said laughing.

“Stop breathing?  Don’t be silly.  God, this shit is delicious!”

I giggled.  He was absurd and I was getting tipsy.

“So am I making myself immortal?”  The question caught me so off guard, I sucked in my breath loudly.

“I take that as a YES!”  He fist pumped.  YES! I just said he fist pumped!  I needed to get the hell away from this spiked haired, sushi eating, fist pumping jackass as soon as it was humanly possible.

I choked on my words laughing.  “Tucker being immortal would suck, even for you.”

“Bullshit!”  He was getting drunk.

“Just think of everything you love and have now, slipping away from you.  People you love getting sick, getting old, dying.  Again and again.  You wouldn’t be able to stand the sorrow.”

“Psf.  I’d f*ck a lot of girls.  Ha.  I’ll be like Shane and Alex.”

I shrugged, and then agreed.  “Okay so immortality is good for having lots of sex. That’s about it.  This is a dumb conversation.”

He spoke endlessly about the sushi, making it insanely hard not to picture myself eating the sushi.  However, I stomached it, because he was holding the conversation quite well all by himself and I didn’t feel like talking to him any longer.  He ordered another bottle of champagne.

After an hour of the torture, Tucker’s phone began ringing continuously; for fifteen minutes straight, until he shut it off, embarrassed.  “Fucking *s.  Probably Shane or Alex trying to f*ck up my date with you!  They both wanna tap your ass.”

“You curse a lot when you’re drunk,” I smiled.  “Tap what?”

“Your ass, Grace.  I wanna tap your ass in this f*cking bar,” he chuckled.

“No can do, there’s way too much sushi, it would be weird.”

My phone started ringing.  I pressed my screen to see who it was.  Lea. Something must have happened.

“Helllooo,” I sang.

“Grace?” Shane’s voiced echoed in my ears.  There’s that butterfly again.  What the hell is with the butterfly?  Doesn’t he know I can’t let myself feel...human?

“Shane?”

“Where’s Tucker?  He’s not answering his phone?  Where are you?”  Shane demanded.

I heard the phone being yanked out of his hands and I flinched, accidentally pressing down on the screen.  Lea’s voice screamed through the restaurant.  Whoops, speakerphone.

Seemingly humiliated by my loud conversation, Tucker tried to wrestle the phone out of my hands.  His face was crimson and he looked like he was about to explode.

“What is wrong with you, Tucker?  Give me my phone back!” I yelled, not caring who heard me in the restaurant.  Lea and Shane’s voices were still on speaker, loudly screaming profanities to the entire restaurant.