Carefully listening

 Megan hadn't meant to be so mad. She should have known Cori would have an ex-girlfriend. Someone like him probably had a lot of exes. He was too amazing not to have exes.

What was she thinking? She would be his first? Possibly teacher and lover and well, friend. She winced at the combination as she cut the lime.

"Why weren't you here? When I got home?" Cori practically snapped snatching the other lime and cutting it in half.

"I was out getting the limes and tequila." She already had salt and triple sec at home. She sighed as if why did he care. He wasn't going to have one. She would make her own. "You can make limeade, for all I care." She didn't mean to be testy but having his ex over while she was gone was a bit perturbing. "What did you talk about?"

"I don't want to talk about it," He was tight-lipped as he watched her squeeze the juice of the lime with a spoon like a professional into her favorite drink glass. He did the same as he watched over her shoulder.

"Fine, be that way," she was sullen, thinking maybe if he drank he would tell her everything. Every goddamn thing she wanted to know about him. She looked over at his glass with the lime juice. Perhaps this was the beginning of the margarita wars. She hoped she'd have enough limes to last the night through. 

She squeezed the other half of the lime until she filled the glass almost half full. She took the salt shaker and put in a shake and poured two fingers of tequila and one finger of triple sec. He did the same. Next came the ice and she swirled around the ice with her finger then tasted her finger. 

She made a refreshing sound with her mouth and smiled. "Hope yours is good," Megan finally said and she went to the dining table with hers.

He grabbed his and went to sit down across from her. He stared at her and she stared back as if this was war.

"I want to do everything with you," Cori said.

"Oh, really?" Sounded like a joke to her. Her laugh was quaint, maybe even silly and she wasn't even seriously drinking yet.

He opened the bag of chips on the table and unscrewed the lid to the chunky salsa. She'd gotten HOT. She knew he could handle it.

Megan looked at her drink and finally took a sip. It was sour but oh so salty and just a little sweet. This was the authentic recipe her grandmother made. None of that sweetened stuff they charged a fortune for in those high-end restaurants that never gave one even a buzz.

He took a drink. It was as if he wanted to get drunk.

"You better slow down, boy," she told him.

"Don't call me boy," Cori said ever so dull.

"What are you then?" She bet he couldn't answer that question.

"I'm the best," he smiled. "You'll ever have."

She shook with laughter. Was he drunk already? She doubted he remembered any of this tomorrow. Megan took another sip of her iced margartia.