Humble Victor.

It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.

Shoving your way to the front of the bar. You reached into your pocket while James slickly slid a whiskey sour to a thirsty hipster.

“Here to pay up lad?”

You smirked and slammed the soft lace onto the bar.

Stepping back you let your trophy speak for itself.

“No.”

“No!”

“No fucking way!”

He picked up the panties and took a long whiff.

“Fucking fuck!”

He exclaimed hurling the undies back onto bar.

Begrudgingly he walked up to the bar and extended his hand.

“A bet’s a bet”

Shaking his hand. The two of you mingled reliving the conquest until Taylor arrived.

“Why are there a pair of panties on the bar? James please tell me you didn’t accept these as payment again!”

“No, they are a shimmering trophy of your little brother’s latest conquest. Also that thong was well worth a measly martini.”

Taylor’s hazel eyes darted between the rose red panties and you, her adorable precious little roo-roo.

Sensationalizing you’re not that cute or precious.

“Good to see you’re back baby-roo. Although I think you can do better than the slags this troll can’t pick up.”

While Taylor returned to her side of the bar, you tried to decipher if that was a dig at you or James.

“Ignore the hag lad. Enjoy the victory.”

Staring at the victory panties, you thought back to the early days of your courtship with Savannah.

Taylor had pressured you into pursuing her.

Even ignoring her own initial disdain for Savannah.

Knowing better than to let things fester.

You headed for Taylor.

“Oi lad! Your panties.”

“Keep ‘em”

James grinned taking another long whiff.

“Hey stuff on your brain?

You asked watching her scrub out a couple of shot glasses.

“Not really roo-roo.”

“You know I thought you’d be happy…that I’m finally over Savannah.”

“Right, that’s why you still have her photo in your wallet.”

You immediately patted your back pocket.

“Just don’t go trying to numb the pain by banging bimbos.”

“…or by drowning it in booze.”

You remarked looking at the half-filled shot glass.

An uneasy quiet fell over the two of you.

You took one more look at the shot glass and started towards door until Taylor spoke.

“Seriously be careful roo-roo not everyone has a kind heart.”

You immediately thought of Eva.

“That’s what I have my big sis for to protect me from all the bullies!”

You retorted dashing out of Murphy’s before either of you could kill the moment. Getting back to the car, you paused to check the time.

Shit!

You were an hour late to Janae’s for the move.

Dude, Brie’s gonna kill you.

I know.