Saorise calls you, to make sure you got the stuff

Your phone starts ringing. You glance at the screen, it’s Saoirse.

You pick up with a smirk.

“Yeah?”

“Did you get the stuff for the party or not?” she asks, straight to the point.

You pause for a second, then decide to tease her.

“Nah… I forgot. Didn’t end up getting it.”

There’s a second of stunned silence before Saoirse explodes.

“Are you fucking kidding me?! You useless piece of shit! Get your ass down to the lake right now. I need to give you a piece of my mind!”

She hangs up before you can reply.

You head down to the lake with a grin. It’s dark out, the only light coming from the moon reflecting off the water. You wait near the old tire swing, hands in your pockets.

A few minutes later, Saoirse storms down the path, her long blonde hair swaying and her tanned legs looking amazing in the short skirt she’s wearing. She’s clearly fuming.

“You absolute fucking asshole!” she yells as soon as she’s close enough. “First you act like a cocky prick in the bathroom, and now you can’t even do the one simple thing I asked you to do?! You’re seriously useless!”

She starts ranting, hands on her hips, chest heaving with anger.

You can’t hold it in anymore and start laughing.

Saoirse stops mid-sentence, caught completely off guard. “What the fuck are you laughing at?!”

You wipe a tear from your eye, still chuckling. “I was kidding. We got all the stuff for the party. It’s already taken care of.”

Her mouth opens, then closes. A faint blush appears on her tanned cheeks.

“You… you fucking idiot!” she huffs, turning to storm off.

You quickly reach out and grab her wrist, stopping her.

“Hey, wait. I gotta ask… did you rub yourself off after our little bathroom adventure?”

Saoirse’s blush deepens instantly. She yanks her wrist but doesn’t quite pull away.

“Fuck you!” she snaps, clearly embarrassed.

You step a little closer, still holding her hand.

“I feel bad about leaving you hanging like that. Let me make it up to you.”

Saoirse stares at you, eyebrow raised. Her expression is a mix of irritation but curious.

“Oh?” she says, her voice dripping with attitude. “And exactly how do you plan on making it up to me, asshole?”

She stands there in the moonlight by the lake, waiting to hear what you have in mind.