Maybe if you ask Kevin really nicely.

Nicky had mentioned it in regards to you getting laid, and honestly, your face had never scrunched in disgust quicker. So did Kevin’s, and though you did the same thing, you can’t help feeling offended. A delight, you were. Certainly more pleasant than he was. Douchebag.

The interaction lingered in your mind in the late night as you stood in the kitchen, phone on the counter without a single bar in sight. In the silence of the kitchen with no occupation, you couldn’t do much else but think.

You decided to dump the water from your glass, opening the cabinet and pouring yourself a small shot under the guise that perhaps it would clear your head and help you sleep.

“Pour me something.” Kevin’s voice came. Speak of the Devil and he will appear, think of the Devil and the man will demand. Annoying. Stupidly tall. Why do all attractive people have such terrible personalities? A question for any other time.