Binding Ties

That Friday night, Aidan stumbled from the bathroom into the kitchen and reached for his half-full bottle of beer. He brought it to his lips and drank it greedily until it was finished. Throwing it into the sink, he turned around and threw open the refrigerator door, looking into the mostly empty space, the cold air hitting his bare chest and causing him to shiver. Reaching into the brightly lit shelf, he pulled out his last beer, angrily shoved the door closed and looked around for the bottle opener, frustrated when he couldn’t find it. “Here, baby.” He heard a voice calling from the bed. Walking towards the voice and tripping over clothes on the floor, he could see from the light of the moon streaming through the open window that his date seductively held the small instrument in her hand. When he tried to take it, she pulled it away and laughed. “Where’s mine?” she asked, noticing the fresh bottle of cold beer. “I don’t got more. This is it,” Aidan said irritably, grabbing the opener from her hand. “Go get more,” she said, watching him open the beer and drink most of it in one gulp. He put it down and glared. “No money.” She grew angry and took the bottle from his hands, finishing it off. “At least you could share,” she said, throwing the bottle to the carpet. “I did,” he said, pushing her over on the bed so he could lie down. “Thanks to you.” His moodiness was no surprise, but she managed to snuggle up next to him. She could see the outline of his form from the glare of the street lights outside the window. She felt warm. “Let’s do it again.” But he just looked over at her and reached around her topless body for the TV remote. When he clicked it on, she glared. “C’mon, Aidan. I’m still hot.” “Stand by the window, then,” he said, pushing off her probing hand from his stomach. She glared. “Just ’cause you’re out of beer, you’re gonna end the date?” “What date?” He looked at her. “You wanted some beer and some sex. I gave you both. What the hell else do you want?” Slapping him on his chest, she pulled herself up from the bed and sat next to him, ignoring his words and busying herself with the zipper on his jeans. Throwing the remote down, he pushed her hands away. “I’m done! Don’t you get it?” “I’m not!” she said, wiggling out of her black panties. He watched as she climbed atop his crotch, rubbing back and forth on the fabric until he could feel the wetness from her body come through his jeans. Angry, he pushed her off and jumped from the bed. “Get out, Rachel.” He pointed to the door. “You got your wish and came a second time.” Aidan looked down at his jeans and made a face, wiping his crotch. “Now you don’t need me no more. So go.” Shaking her head, Rachel pulled herself from the bed and found her skirt and blouse. She pulled on her skirt, glaring at Aidan the whole time. “What’s your fucking problem? You were the one who asked me out this morning. You were the one who made the effort to go upstairs and find me, telling me what a great time we’d have again.” She looked at him in disgust. “And now you won’t even go around more than once? Shit, you’re good for three times or more. That’s what I was expecting when you walked into my cubicle this morning. So what’s your deal?” But Aidan remained silent, turning his back on her and walking to the open window. He looked down at the congested street below him, still able to hear all of the traffic despite his closed window. Rachel walked up behind him, throwing her shirt on over her braless chest. “You wanted me this morning. I could see it in your eyes.” She tapped him on his back hard. “What the fuck happened?” “Get out,” he muttered, still refusing to look at her. “A few beers and once on your dick? That’s the big date?” She reached around him to grab at his crotch, and he pushed her away angrily. She caught herself and smiled evilly. “You’re not even hard, Aidan. What’s the matter? Can’t get it up?” Aidan just stared out the window, ignoring her words. Rachel continued. “What happened, Aidan? You wanted me before. We had a really good time together. But then the other morning, you blew me off when I saw you outside. You know, that time when the fat girl was talking to you?” He reeled around abruptly. “Shut up about her!” She stopped, noting the intense look upon his face. “What? Don’t tell me you like her!” “Get out,” he repeated, walking past her towards the door. “Oh my God,” she said, following him. “You’re kidding, right? I mean, you’ve got to be kidding! You can’t possibly like that girl!” All of a sudden, Rachel broke out in laughter. “No way! She’s huge, Aidan!” She looked into his face as he held the door open, the cold night air rushing inside the small apartment. “Get the fuck out,” he said, pointing outside. “You can’t be drunk,” she said, still laughing. “I mean, you only had a few beers. I know you’re sober. You’re sober and you’re making this all up just to piss me off, right? That’s it, isn’t it? You’re so full of shit, Aidan. I know what you like and it’s not her. She’s not your type! Tell me you’re fucking kidding, right?” Aidan reached for her arm and pulled her to him, feeling her instant response. He tightened his grip until he could see her wince in pain. “I’m done with you, Rachel,” he rasped. “I never should’ve asked you out today. But I just needed to fuck someone.”