Stay a bit longer

"Really? You guys wouldn't mind?"

"Ahhhuughh, Never my friend!" Franz shuffled down, his hand trebling a little as it gripped onto his glass. "Come take a load off."

The guys all cheered for me to stay, raising their glasses. I had figured them for meat head jock types, but they seemed to be genuinely welcoming of me. I didn't have anything better to do than go home and jerk off, so as long as it didn't make Olivia more mad at me I thought it could be fun.

"Yeah, I can stay a bit longer! If that's fine with you Olivia?"

She was still bumbling around under the table, her hair occasionally bumping into it. I felt like I should tell her there wasn't anything to find under there, but the guys were just starting to like me. I wouldn't want to ruin their fun.

"Mupphh, ahhh."Uhhhh, Mif Murr Mhure Maabe." Her voice was weird and muffled, not like a regular drunken slurring. I was pretty sure she has tried to say, 'If you're sure babe'.

"You okay Honey?"

"Mmmmscluup. Yesh." I heard her gasp for air and **** a little. "Just having a little snack."

"She found the little nutty treat I keep in my pants." Franz explained. "It can be a bit of a mouthful..."

It seemed odd to be carrying around a nut bar or something in your pockets at all times, but Franz was European. The thought that my wife was putting her hands on his legs and into his pockets was a little uncomfortable, but at least she was eating something now I guess.

"Alright, I'll grab a drink and be right back!"

"Why don't you buy us all a round?" Chase said. "Since Deacon's misplaced his wallet."

"Riiight, his wallet." I gave chase a wink. "Well babe, you better stuff down that nut and get back to it!"

"Muh MmhScuuMmm." She replied, her mouth filled up with Franz's snack.

I got all the guys drink orders and walked over to the bar. While waiting to be served I felt a little bad for encouraging the prank they were pulling on Olivia. She cared about her image with these guys, and it seemed like they might think less of her after this...

I turned back and looked at the table. Olivia was back up now, mouth open wide and pointing inside it. The guys were going crazy and snapping more picture of her as she made a little show of swallowing. I could imagine them asking her to prove she finished the snack, and as drunk as she was she would open her mouth to prove it.

Though it all she had a smile on her face. She was laughing and enjoying herself, and the guys were too. Maybe I was worrying to much. This was her team, she knew how to handle them.

Drinks too a while as an old man tried to give the poor overworked bartender his life story instead of paying. Finally I got the drinks on a tray and walked back, noticing that people had moved and Olivia was sitting at the center of the table now.

Oh, no that wasn't right. Nobody had moved except Olivia. She was sitting on top of Deacon's lap....

"Uhhhh, hey guys." I wasn't sure how to react. Telling her I wanted her off his lap in front of the team would make her look bad, but just saying nothing about it felt...

"You're the best! Joshua?" Chase took his drink, his eyes squinting as he tried to remember my name.

"Jordan." Franz said confidently, shacking his head.

"Jacob." I said. My voice flat.

"Jacob!" They all yelled, their arms raising to the sky. Olivia almost slipped off of Deacon when she threw her arm up, and he had to hold her sides to stop her.

"We wanted to make room for you!" Chase gestured to the spot next to him. There wasn't much space, leaving me hanging half out of the booth really, but they were trying I guess?

"Olivia's amazing isn't she?" Chase said to me. "I've never had a manager who takes care of my needs quite like she does."

"She's so hands on!" The guy in front of me said. I wasn't sure of his name, but he had red hair and a freckly face so I just used that as my reference.

"A lot of gir- uhh, managers say they can take all you've got." Freckled continued." But Liv's the first one who could take it all and still want more from you!"

"You guys are making me worried I won't be enough." Deacon laughed. Looking at us from over Olivia's shoulder. She seemed to be really getting drunk, because she was having trouble keeping her eyes open.

"Mmhhhh, guuuuyyss." Olivia rocked herself back and forth slowly, blushing from all the praise. "You- Muffhh, you fiit, iiNnn perrrFEctlty Deacon..."

She was having trouble staying still, even with Deacon's hands around her waist. I worried about what kind of effect her rubbing over his crotch like that would be having in the guy. Especially since she was wearing that tight skirt. Just thinking about it was starting to effect me, so actually feeling it...

I needed to say something, while still being as diplomatic as I could be. She was clearly the drunkest of everybody here, so they'd understand if it was time for her to go home and sleep it off.

"I think it's time-"

"For SHOTS!!" Chase yelled. "Such a great idea Jay!"

"That's not..."

Everybody started chanting shots shots shots, over and over. Slamming their hands and stomping their feet to add to the effect. Deacon seemed to be taking this to a whole nother level, practically bouncing on his chair and taking Olivia with him.

In her drunken haze she seemed to really enjoy the feeling, her face scrunching up in a tight smile. She opened her eyes and looked at me, a hint of both regret and admiration shining behind them.

Regret for the fact that she was far too drunk and the guys were far to insistent for us to be able to have any 'us' time tonight.

The admiration for... hmmm. Maybe she'd always assumed I wouldn't get along with the guys on her team? That they'd get too rowdy, or maybe a little to physical with her and I'd bite back st them? My instincts were telling me to scream at the guy who was bouncing my wife on his lap, but I was holding that feeling back. Was it that she was admiring?

"Alright alright!" I out my hands up in defeat. "I'll go get a round of shots!"

Somehow the cheering got even louder as I announced that. Deacon bouncing in short, fast bursts. I think it got to be a little much for Olivia, because she slammed into the table. The two seemed to be biting back yelps of pain, Olivia's feet probably having stepped on Deacon's.

"Wait, fuuck." She moaned. The pain from the fall clear on her face.

"I'mm Cu-ComMming."