Maybe I should have been offended that Charli fell asleep on me. But I'm not generally known as a sparkling conversationalist and I was sure this girl could talk circles around me. She's definitely way smarter than me, so the idea of having a real exchange with her was a bit intimidating anyway.

Besides that, she felt too fucking good curled against my side to get annoyed. If I had my way, the night would end up a lot like this, but naked in my bed instead.

As Kenny pulled up the block that Piper's Pub was on, I noticed a parking spot big enough for his boat of a Caddy. Over the years, we'd wasted too many nights cruising around searching for parking instead of actually partying.

Stickball may be South Brooklyn's favorite pastime, but parking is like our blood sport. I've seen guys pull pipes from under their seats, bats out from their back or carjack handles from their trunks, to go at it over a choice spot, resulting in broken windshields and busted noses.

That free piece of curb was a God-send. So I told Kenny, "Yo man, take that spot up ahead!"

The brakes screeched and we lurched forward and then back. Charli mumbled a little against me but didn't wake up. Kenny looked over his shoulder. "Whadya getting at Dom? We gotta meet the rest of the gang at Cooke's Inn."

Maggie backhanded his arm. "One pint in Piper's won't kill you."

Kenny raised his eyebrow. "Depends on who's behind the sticks. If it's Willy, you know I still owe that asshole a beat-down for lifting those pills out of my jacket pocket."

"Then it's a good thing I heard that Willy got fired. So he definitely won't be behind the bar tonight." Maggie flipped down the visor to apply some fresh lipstick.

Kenny grumbled. "Don't know why you have to put more makeup on, you've already got a boyfriend so there's nobody to impress in there." He pulled forward then started to reverse into the spot.

Maggie smacked her lips together a few times to even them out. "I have to maintain your image dumbass. A rockstar can't have a hot mess girlfriend." She leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek, leaving a bright red stain behind.

"C'mon Magdalena! You know I hate when you do that!" He wiped his cheek.

"God forbid the other girls in there know you have a girlfriend! Right?" she snarled.

He shut the car off. "Baby, everyone knows I have a girlfriend." Then Kenny leaned over to kiss her. "Truce?"

Maggie nodded so Kenny got out of his door to go open hers, playing the gentleman card.

I started to shake Charlotte a little bit. "Charli, it's time to get up. We're here."

"What?! Where?!" She startled awake and looked around the car confused for a minute.

"We're at Piper's," I said as Maggie's door squeaked open. A rush of the cold night air invaded the car. That seemed to wake her up a bit more.

She rubbed her eyes and a languid smile crept across her face. "I guess I fell asleep."

Her hair was sticking up a little bit where it had rubbed against my jacket. It made her look dreamy and spaced out, like she'd taken a hit of Ecstasy. I wondered if she'd be into that experience, because I'd love to go on that trip with her. Hell I'd love to go anywhere with her. That's why I was about to go into Piper's.

Maggie and Dom stood on the curb with the front passenger door still open. Maggie leaned down. "We're going in. It's too cold to stand here. Take your time waking up Charlotte."

The way Maggie said it, I wasn't sure if that last part was meant for me or for Charli. It didn't help that Maggie smiled at us like she was the Mona Lisa before she shut the door.

Personally, I thought that Charli could take all the time in the world, because I wasn't in any particular rush to get inside. Her one leg was still draped across my thigh and her skirt had shifted up a little more as she moved, giving me a perfect view of creamy thigh. Then she stretched her arms up to the Caddy's velvet ceiling, and arched her back so that her breasts were practically in my face. That was when I knew I would gladly spend all night in the backseat of this car with her if I could.

She covered her mouth with the back of her hand while she yawned. "Sorry," she whispered.

I put my hand on her thigh again, higher than before. "No problem."

Her skin was so soft. I'm sure my callused fingers felt horrible. But Charli didn't seem bothered by it.

She said, "So I guess Maggie wants us to hook up or something."

Based upon my experiences, not a lot of girls were so straightforward. I liked how Charli just called it like she saw it.

I smiled. "I guess so."

"Is that what you want?" she asked.

"Or something..." I answered as I slid my hand further up her skirt.

Then I slowly leaned towards her to ask, "Is that what you want?"

Charli bit her lip. "Right now, what I want..." She put her hand on top of mine, the one that was nearly to its goal.

"...is a beer. I'm thirsty," she declared as she picked up her bag. Then she slid away from me toward the door and got out.

I fell face-first, groaning, onto the bench seat. It was still warm from her ass. (The ass that I wanted on my face, first)

There was a knock on the window behind me. I turned to see Charli smiling at me. "You coming?" she yelled through the glass.

I opened the door as my answer. What I thought was, "Not yet, but hopefully later."