She patted him on the cheek. "You're so sweet. I'll have a Pinot Grigio, and Caid? What were
"Lagavulin," I answered absently. Bruce's smooth, pretty forehead wrinkled in confusion, and I
sighed. "Scotch," I clarified.
He nodded hesitantly, and Liz patted him on the arm. "Just ask the bartender for the scotch that
starts with an "L", okay?" He nodded again and she gave him a gentle shove towards the balcony
I shook my head as he walked away. "I don't get it, Liz. What do you see in these guys? Don't
you miss being able to converse with your date?"
"I'm not dating him for his conversation skills, Caid," she said in amusement. "He has other skills
I value just as highly." She picked up the cigarette, still smoldering where I had laid it during my
coughing fit, and dropped it in an abandoned glass along the railing. "Now," she continued,
turning to me and crossing her arms, "tell me what in the hell is going on between you and
Her question took me by surprise, and I paused before answering. "What do you mean?" I finally
answered, trying to keep the defensiveness out of my voice. "There's nothing going on between
me and Robyn."
She made a dismissing motion with her hand and glared at me. "That's crap, Caid. Two weeks
ago, you two were laughing, talking…you were friends. Shit, the woman was insane with worry
when you crashed your bike - she ran out of the party before I even finished telling her what
happened. And now, you treat each other like strangers, and I don't think I've heard either of you
laugh in a week. Something happened, and I want to know what it is."
"Nothing happened," I snapped. As always, when she used that imperious, you-will-do-as-I-say
tone of voice, it pissed me off.
"Bullshit," she snapped back. We glared at each other for a moment or two, and her gaze
softened a little. "Caid, talk to me. I know sometimes I'm a flake, and I'm not the most observant
person in the world, but I can tell you're upset, and I don't like to see you upset."
"Liz…" I sighed and my anger drained away in the face of her concern. "It's between Robyn and
I, something we need to work out. I'm sorry, that's all you're going to get."
She nodded, obviously still curious, but reluctantly letting it drop.
Bruce came back with our drinks, Magda came back for her cigarettes, and the four of us stood
around uncomfortably while Liz and Magda glared at each other, Bruce stared at my pants, and I
resisted the urge to chain-smoke the rest of Magda's smokes in an effort to distract myself from
the fact that Robyn was roaming around somewhere close by.
Liz and Bruce eventually left to mingle downstairs, and after smoking one last cigarette with
Magda, I decided that it was time to brave downstairs and make my getaway. I thanked Magda
for the cigarettes and conversation and left her talking with a group of crewmembers that had
recently joined us on the balcony.
I stepped through the glass doors and immediately froze when I saw Robyn leaning casually
against the bar, holding a small glass and watching me with a predatory gleam in her eyes that
immediately made me wary. Her eyes wandered down my body and back up again, and when she
met my gaze again she downed the contents of the glass and smiled. It was not a nice smile.
I swallowed and forced myself to nod politely. "Robyn."
She looked, as she always did, amazing. I took in the off-white, wide-legged pants and a black
corset-like blouse that ended just below her ribcage, and wondered if there was ever a time when
she didn't look amazing. Probably not, I decided, and realized she was talking to me.
"Well you didn't waste any time, did you?" Her voice was loud and slightly slurred. "Looks like
Magda is happy to help you out in your little 'exploration', hmm?" She pushed off the bar and
walked towards me, wavering a little before catching herself and continuing on.
Robyn was drunk. Very drunk.
And about to babble my personal shit to twenty or so people who were watching us eagerly, just
hoping this would turn into something worth retelling
I smiled brightly and stepped forward. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Without waiting for an answer, I walked past her, hoping she would follow. I crossed in front of
the bar and headed down a darkened hallway, looking for some place away from prying eyes to
ask her what in the fuck she thought she was doing. Extremely conscious that she was right
behind me, I tried a few doors before I found one that was open. The room turned out to be a
small bathroom - I flicked on the light and gestured for her to enter.
As soon as she was past me I closed the door and turned to face her, crossing my arms. "What
the fuck are you doing, Robyn?" I asked angrily. "You want to cause a scene in front of twenty
crew members, go right ahead, but leave me out of it. And fucking leave Magda out of it, too.
She's got nothing to do with this."
She ignored what I'd said, running her eyes over my body appreciatively. Everywhere her eyes
touched, I felt heat, and cursed my body's betrayal.
"I guess," she murmured, finally meeting my gaze with a mocking smile. "I really can't blame
her. Hell, Caid, you might as well hang a sign around your neck that says 'fuck me'." She tilted
her head to the side. "Is that all you wanted? Hmm? Just a quick fuck to see what it's like?
Because if that's all you want…"
She stepped forward quickly and pushed me against the door, slipping a leg between mine, then
grabbed my hips and rocked me slowly against her thigh. I was too stunned to move at first, and
then too overwhelmed with sensation to do anything but close my eyes and let my head fall back
against the door with a groan. I felt feather light kisses along my neck, and Robyn laid her
forehead on my shoulder, still rocking our bodies together gently.
"You make me so crazy, Caid," she mumbled softly. "Why do you make me so crazy?"
The strong smell of alcohol on her breath, along with the rambling quality of her question, finally
brought my mind back into focus and with tremendous effort, I pushed her away from me.
She stumbled back a few steps, blinking at me blearily. "What's wrong?"
"Well for one thing, you're fucking plastered," I snapped angrily. I couldn't believe she was
willing to do this, that she thought so little of me, of us, that this would be enough. And I'd
almost let it happen. "I guess I know exactly where I stand now…we can't be friends anymore,
but apparently it's ok to fuck me in a bathroom." I nodded curtly. "Okay, Robyn, I get it. You
win. I'm out of your hair. Consider this done."
Robyn swayed a little, her forehead furrowed in concentration, trying to decipher what I'd said.
"Oh for fuck sakes," I said in annoyance. "Sit down before you fall down."
She immediately dropped onto the toilet seat, looking a little pale.
I shook my head, getting a grip on my anger. It wasn't going to do a damn bit of good when
Robyn was this messed up; she probably wouldn't even remember this tomorrow. "I'm going to
go find Josh, and get him to take you home. Stay here." She nodded like a child getting scolded,
and I shook my head again and went in search of Josh.
I found him almost immediately - downstairs in the main room, surrounded by a large group of
partygoers who were all trying to get close to the famous Josh Riley. Still angry from my
encounter with Robyn, I pushed my way through the group none too gently and tapped him on
"Josh, can I have a minute?"
He looked over at me and did a double take. "Caid? Wow. Hey!" He grinned, grabbing my hand.
Normally his hand grabbing was endearing, but now, it kind of annoyed me. Probably because
Robyn did the same thing, and she was on the top of my shit list right now.
I forced a smile and tugged him towards the stairs. "Sorry, folks, I need Mr. Riley for a few
minutes." The crowd reluctantly parted for us, and I continued to pull Josh along.
"Where are we going?" When I looked back at him, the grin was gone and he looked slightly
wary. He pulled me to a stop. "Listen, Caid, I like you, but this is Robyn's decision, and if you're
trying to get me to talk to her…"
Stopping him with a glare, I looked around and said with quiet intensity, "I don't want you to talk
to her for me. As far as I'm concerned, there is nothing to talk to her about. I don't want anything
from her. Nothing. Nada. Zip. She's made it very clear what I can and cannot have, and I choose
He pulled back in surprise. "Caid, what…"
I cut him off and pointed up the stairs, dropping my voice even further. "Robyn is drunk off her
ass in a bathroom upstairs, and you need to get her the fuck out of here."
His eyes widened, and he glanced up the stairs as though he expected to see an inebriated Robyn
come dancing down them. I looked at my watch, realizing I'd been gone almost five minutes.
Maybe he would.
I gestured with my head and jogged up the stairs, Josh's light footsteps right behind me. At the
top of the stairs I slowed and tried to act as casual as possible, meandering my way along the
wall and turning down the hallway. I stopped at the third door on the right and knocked softly,
then opened the door and poked my head in.
Robyn was still sitting on the toilet, her head pillowed in her arms on top of the counter. I opened
the door wider and Josh crowded into the small space and stopped short, staring at Robyn in
I rolled my eyes. "She drank too much. That's how people normally get drunk."
At the sound of voices, Robyn raised her head and looked up blearily, smiling when she saw
Josh. "Joshie! Hey, Joshie."
She held out her hand and he took it, giving her a look of fond exasperation. "Robby, honey, I
think we should get you out of here, okay?"
"Okay," she agreed happily, then frowned. "I think maybe I drank too much." She put her head
back on the counter.
"Ya think?" I muttered under my breath.
Josh looked at Robyn for a moment, then over at me. "I guess I could carry her."
I shook my head. "Only if we can't get her to walk out of here. She already caused a minor scene
- I don't think she'd want people to see you carrying her out of here." No matter how annoyed,
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