Dear Bad Boy || Ransom Drysdale

I wash my hands in the sink looking up in the mirror at my reflection, god I am so drunk. Maybe its time to lay off the booze and stick to water.
I reapply some powder where my face has gotten shiny, and fix my lipstick.
I am trying so hard to impress them trying to be perfect for Ransom, his perfect little guest.
Except I'm not his guest. I'm Harlans.
Oh fuck. What am I doing?
I inhale deeply, trying to centre myself before anxiety takes over and my mind implodes with the pressure of overthinking.
Its nice to take a little breather, when you aren't used to a large family and a lot of noise it can be daunting, my mind over stimulated by the various conversations all happening at once
A light knock at the door startles me, "one second!"
"Its me, let me in." Ransom calls from the other side.
I unlock it letting him in, he sits on the toilet and lights up a joint.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I panic, his whole family are out there and he wants to sit in the downstairs toilet and spark up?
"Calm down, its Harlans...it 'medicinal'." His fingers hang in air quotes, "they've brought out the brandy, which means its serious conversation time."
He holds out the joint, his mouth twisting irresistibly.
I give in.
He holds it as I take a drag, the smoke swirling around my mouth burning my throat causing saliva to build inside my cheeks, trying my best not to splutter everywhere, I spit into the sink and take a swirl of mouth wash from the medicine cabinet.
An endearing chuckle bursts from Ransom, he reaches out grabbing my wrist and pulling my onto his lap. He nuzzles my neck biting and nibbling gently, I rest my nose on the top of his head intoxicated by him. His hands roam up and down my thighs underneath my dress.
His fingers slide my thong to the side as he runs one inside my moistening slit, "stop." I pull away trying to fix myself.
"Whatever you say." He takes another drag of the joint before lifting the seat and flushing it down the toilet. He looks pissed.
"Hey," I grab his arm as he walks towards the bathroom door pulling him back, "I...um...want to. Just not right now, not with your family out there. They already have the preconception that I am some big slut."
Ransom brushes his lips softly on the back of my hand, "okay."

***

"So Ransom, how's college?" Richard walks around the coffee table setting himself down on the arm of the sofa.
Ransom sighs deeply rolling his eyes, "its fine Dick, why'd you ask?"
Richard smirks shaking his head in disapproval, "oh...why were flights to LAX charged to the credit card?"
Ransoms nostrils flare in preparation for the Spanish Inquisition.
"Respectfully Richard, what does Ransoms college experience have to do with charges to LA on the credit card that you gave to him?" The room falls silent, my eyes widen. Fuck. Did I say that out loud.
Fucking champagne.
Fuck.
"Respectfully, Eva is it?" He kneels in front of me, "Forgive me, I never waste my time learning the names of my sons latest notches. I've often thought of installing a revolving door to his bedroom."
A deep thundering growl comes from within Ransoms chest, he stands fists clenched. I place my hand on his chest feeling the rise and fall of his breaths as the rage builds.
"Well that would have been a good idea, had you actually raised him instead of shipping him off to Harlans because you couldn't finished what you started, Dick." 
I swipe my bag from the side table, "Harlan, thank you for a wonderful day but I think I've out stayed my welcome."
Harlan lets out a mighty guffaw, "Eva sweetheart you could never out stay your welcome." He claps his hands in jest, pointing at Richard who stands with his mouth hanging open in disgust.
"I don't know what you see in her Ransom, please tell me this is just some 'friends with benefits' arrangement, and dear god tell me you are using protection. The last thing we need is to be tied to her for the rest of our lives."

I stand at the door waiting for Fran to bring me my coat, listening to every word. They havent had a nice thing to say about anyone the whole evening. It must be exhausting living such a negative life.
But if they are talking shit about me, then at least they are leaving Ransom alone.