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you see ghosts,
it’s not because you’re mental. You’re just different, Dex. And
that’s okay.”
    This was getting borderline heartwarming.
Must put a stop to it.
    “Anyway, that’s neither here nor there,” I
said, raising my beer in the air. “Forget ghosts, let’s say thanks
for sex and get Seb here laid tonight.”
    We rammed our beer cans together, foam
spilling over the sides.
    “Just Seb?” Dean asked, wiping beer off his
can.
    “I thought you and your new lady friend were
exclusive,” I told him.
    “Naw, we are. I meant you. You’re not
getting any tail?”
    I snorted at his choice of words. “Tail. No,
I’m not.”
    Seb slammed his drink down and wiped his
mouth. “Why not? Dude, you’re single. Maybe Clarissa has a hot
sister or something. Or maybe one of the bartenders she works with
will dig you.”
    “I really hope you’re talking about female
bartenders, Sea Bass,” I warned him. “I know I’ve been spending a
lot of time sweating with Dean here, but…”
    “So that’s it?” Dean asked. “You’re just
going to spend your life pining after her?”
    I narrowed my eyes. “Dean, if I’m not
mistaken, you’re the one who said I should build a temple for her
or something.”
    “That was then. I thought maybe you’d have
gone after her. Isn’t this why you’re…what was it again…becoming a
better man?”
    It was. But just because I wasn’t going to
her now, didn’t mean it was off the table.
    “When was the last time you got laid?” Seb
asked.
    I didn’t have to think. I’d been jerking off
to it ever since. “With Perry. After the Christmas party.”
    His jaw dropped. “Oh man, you so need to get
some action tonight. Hell, you can have Clarissa if you want.”
    “Oh, like you’re doing me a favor by passing
up the chick you haven’t even fucked yet.”
    “Fine. Offer is off the table now. Your
loss.”
    “I don’t need anyone’s help getting laid. I
never have.” I didn’t mean to brag but…okay, yes, I totally meant
to brag. I pulled back the sleeve of my t-shirt. “And look at these
guns.” I eyed Dean. “Don’t you dare show off yours, cuz that’s not
fair. But seriously, with these guns and my face and my dick, women
are completely powerless.”
    Dean sat back and crossed his arms. “Maybe
not all women.”
    “Perry hasn’t been invited to the brand new
gun show yet,” I told him, as if there was a chance in hell that
she’d see me now. “When she does, all will be forgiven.”
    “I see,” Dean mused. “So, before that
happens, whenever that happens, are you going to get busy with some
fine ladies tonight or keep sitting here talking about your
guns?”
    I pushed back my stool and stood up. “That
sounds like a challenge.”
    “As your running coach, it’s my job to
challenge you.”
    “Hey now, we’re running partners.”
    “You guys sound really gay,” Seb spoke
up.
    We both glared at him in unison. He threw up
his hands. “What, I’m not judging. I’d be happy if you were gay—I’d
get more action that way.”
    I rolled my eyes and pointed my beer at
Dean. “You want me to get some tonight? Challenge accepted.”
    He grinned in response before chugging the
rest of his beer.
    Seb looked between us with a dumb smile on
his face. “So are you getting some men or women tonight, Dex?”
    This was going to be a long night.
     
     
    ***
     

    A few hours later, we ended up drunk as
skunks at this really divey metal bar called The Funhouse. The band
playing was loud as fuck, pure metal, and the bartender was
Clarissa, the fairly hot chick that Seb was pining over. I say
fairly hot since black lipstick and bleached hair wasn’t really my
thing, but he seemed to be head over heels for her. Clarissa, on
the other hand, had a range of suitors to deal with, all hanging
around the bar.
    We ended up doing the same for a bit, hiding
from the noise of the venue’s shitty PA system. While Clarissa
didn’t have a sister or a bartending