#thread;ryder

He had to remember why he didn’t get this drunk anymore. Ryder groaned a little as the gentle rays of  sunshine peeked through the curtains of his bedroom. His hand ran over his face as he rolled on to his back, his eyes opening to focus on the ceiling. There was a body beside his, but he didn’t dare look over yet. Ryder knew it was someone he didn’t know, and he was a little nervous to see what she looked like. His beer goggles had been pretty thick the night before, he wouldn’t doubt that. After a few more moments, he slowly turned to look at the woman beside him.  Relief washed over him, and he had to try really hard not to smirk.  She was gorgeous.  “Hey,” he spoke in his groggy morning voice.

“How many times should I ask you to please fucking stay in bed before you’ll listen to me?” Ryder’s voice was rising with each syllable, “just tell me now before I fucking go insane trying to take care of you.” He grumbled, hands pulling the sheets tightly over her middle in an attempt to tuck her in.  “I promised that fuckface of a brother of mine while he’s out of town.  So fucking stay put, Ava.  God damnit.”

It was a long day, and while Ryder would never pass up a morning at the golf course, he knew he should have said no. He groaned, sat down on a stool at the outdoor bar by the clubhouse as his caddy took the clubs away. “Your dad is killing me,” he spoke softly to the female beside him as his hand raised to get the bartender’s attention. He ordered coffee, in an attempt to not drink before 3 pm. “I don’t know why he thinks five hours out there is fun when it’s 90 degrees outside,” he complained, taking his hat off. “How much longer do I have to do this?”