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their belongings and meet me at the door, where I put my arms around both of them. I hear Patsy yell, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” as we walk out. I laugh. That old coot is a dirty perv. Yet, I feel sorry for him at the same time. His wife died when she was very young; leaving him alone. He now passes the time watching fights, and of course, tending to his beloved bar. The two of us have spent many holidays together over the years here at Patsy’s.

 
     
     
    “I made a lot of mistakes out of the ring, but I never made any in it.”
    —Jack Johnson
     
     
     
    Aimee, Sarah, and I stumble down the street. Sarah’s acting like a completely different person than I’d met earlier today. She’s joking and laughing, and a few times I’ve felt her body rub up against mine. The shots have made their way through my system as well, and I’m also feeling a strong buzz. Thoughts of the two of them in my bed keep creeping into my head, and I feel myself growing hard, so I pick up the pace and begin to walk faster.
    We stop in front of my building. “Here we are,” I announce, and both of the girls look up. It’s a three-story brick apartment building that’s been around since the early fifties. I dig my keys out of my pocket. “I’m gonna warn you, my place is a pigsty. It’s just me and my roommate, Adrian, and we don’t have company too often.”
    “I’m sure it’s fine,” Aimee purrs, wrapping her arms around my waist and nuzzling her face into my neck.
    I unlock the front door and we begin our ascent up three flights of stairs. On the way up, I notice that Sarah’s struggling, so I stop to check on her. “You okay, love?”
    “Yeah, I’m fine. I just got a little light-headed,” she answers, as she’s holding onto the railing.
    “We’re almost there. Then you can lie down if you want.”
    “Yeah, I think lying down may be a good idea. That Tequila has gone straight to my head,” she leans into me.
    Fuck, there goes my threesome.
    “Come on, let’s get you some water. When’s the last time you ate?” I ask, taking her hand.
    “I don’t know… around two maybe?”
    “Christ, Sarah, it’s almost ten o’clock. No wonder the shots hit you so hard, you don’t have anything in your stomach.” I lace my fingers through hers, “I’ll make you something to eat. That should make you feel a little better.”
    Once we reach my apartment, I open the door and show the girls around, not that there’s much to show. My apartment consists of a tiny kitchen/living room, an even smaller bathroom, Adrian’s bedroom, and finally, my bedroom.
    My room is tiny, but somehow I’ve managed to squeeze in a queen-sized bed and a dresser. My walls are plastered with boxing posters to cover up the ugly wood paneling. I have all the legends: Mohammed Ali, Joe Frazier, Evander Holyfield, Sugar Ray Leonard, and Mike Tyson. I’d kill to be half the fighter any of these guys were.
    “Make yourselves at home,” I say to them. “I’m going to use the bathroom and then I’ll get you some water, Sarah. Do you need anything, Aimee?”
    “Nope, I’m good,” she replies, as she sits on my bed and looks around my room.
    After using the bathroom, I head to the kitchen and open my refrigerator, where I quickly realize we have nothing to eat. “Fuck,” I look in the direction of my bedroom. I need to sober Sarah up. There’s no way I’m going to sleep with her in the condition she’s in now. The last thing I need is some chick crying rape the morning after. I don’t play that way. I want her to fuck me willingly. I rummage through my cabinets, coming up with a box of macaroni and cheese. I guess it’s better than nothing.
    Pulling a pot out from underneath the oven, I fill it with water, and turn the burner on. I walk back to my room, “Hey, I don’t have much to eat, but I’m making some macaroni and cheese. I hope that’s okay with you, Sarah.”
    “Yeah, that’s fine,” Sarah mumbles. She’s