Ace of Spades

“They’re not lines! i’m being fucking honest!”

“They’re cheesy. If you’re trying to fuck me just say so,” he teased.

“The answer to life in your beautiful smile.”

“Where’d you get your pick up lines from? They’re shit.”

“Your handsome face.”

“Bullshit. What are you really lookin’ at?”

“Admiring your charm.”

“You think I’m charming huh?”

“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you,” Miguel said, sliding into the seat beside them. “I just saw the bartender spit in your drink.”

“Bitch,” he muttered under his breath with a grin but he didn’t hesitate to curl his fingers around the chilled glass. “Did you show her the right ID this time?”

“How can I be jealous of imaginary creatures?” She asked, her smirk just as wide. “Besides no one said anything about me not being able to hold my liquor. I was simply commenting on the laws of physics.”

If there was one thing that could set Ace off it was people talking negatively about his friends. “Those creatures are my friends,” he spoke through gritted teeth, his smirk long gone from his lips. She was lucky she was a girl otherwise he wouldn’t know if he’d be able to control the fist that was curling under the bar. Taking a moment to shake away his initial anger, Ace rose from his seat and turned toward the door. “Thanks again. See’ya around,” he muttered over his shoulder as he exited the bar.

“Sure you do.” She snorted.

Ace couldn’t hide his smirk as she dismissed him but he wasn’t going to let it go. “What? Jealous?”

“And sentimental moment over now, please.”

“Done. What do you say we ditch this party and go have our own.”

“A little too late for that, you already are.”

“Just call me Gramps then sweetheart.”

“I would never.” She gasped, her voice mocking. “I can walk in them perfectly fine, thank you. Cuervo will put anyone on their ass. Flat shoes or not. It doesn’t discriminate.”

“I don’t know. I know plenty of girls who can handle their liquor,” he shrugged.

“You could have been valedictorian of your class if you had slept with all your teachers.”

“Thanks Jo. That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“You know who else used to call me by that name? My grandparents─and do you really want to be placed into that same category?” 

“Doesn’t fucking matter to me. Do you want me in that category?”

“You mean other than for you to stop calling me sweetheart? Anything, I’m not a picky person. I’ll settle for a plain beer.”

“Well now,” he spoke with a grin. “That just became your new name, Sweetheart.” Ace loved fucking with people. Though he often saved it for those he didn’t like, he could never pass up an opportunity if it presented itself. “Hell, I’ll say. You were drinking that shit. You can’t be picky.”

“I did not fuck my way to an A in Spanish, okay? I studied really hard and went to the library and made flash cards… And flashed the teacher, once or twice.” Josephine shrugged her shoulders. “Like any of you would have done any differently.”

“I never slept with my teachers,” he offered, hands up in a state of innocence. “Then again, I never got any A’s but that’s not the point.”

“You know, that’s kind of like saying ‘Hey, enjoy this big pile of shit so that the next pile of shit you eat doesn’t taste quite like shit.’ The fireball is the shit and this dirty dish water is the next pile of shit.”

“It works. Im living proof. What do you like then, sweetheart?”