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I pulled my t-shirt over my head and pulled it down my waist, then fluffed it comfortably. I turned around, checking my rear, then turned back around, fixing my hair. I looked to the bed, seeing that Butch had left his jacket there. He was out playing pool with some friends. I wondered why he'd left it, but didn't give it much mind.
I picked up the jacket, and slipped it on easily. Now I understand why he snaps it on so much. I looked in the mirror again and let out a whistle. Who gave me the right to get up and serve looks like this? Not sure, but hot damn I looked good! I turned around again to see the emblem on the back. I stuffed my hands in the pockets, finding nothing and going back to admiring myself.
After a second, arms wrapped around my waist and Butch rested his head on my shoulder, looking at me in the mirror, "You're cute."
I turned my head to the side nervously, "What are you doing back already?"
"I forgot my jacket but I'm glad I did."
"How long were you standing at the door?"
"About five minutes. Long enough to see you check your own ass out." He smiled at my reflection in the mirror, "Now you know why I like it so much."
He kept his arms around me and I turned my head to push my lips to his. He smiled, "Seriously though, this looks great on you. But..." he raised his brows, looking at our figures in the mirror, "It would look better on the floor, like the rest of your clothes."
I scoffed, pulling away from and turning to face him, "Oh, please, you care too much about this jacket to let it touch the floor."
"That's besides the point."
I took the jacket off and held it out to him, "Aren't your pals waiting for you?"
He took the jacket slowly, sliding it on and looking at the mirror, ignoring my question, "See, now when I wear it, it makes me feel bad because it looks better on you." He narrowed his eyes at me, and I chuckled, kissing his cheek and telling him to get a move on. He walked out, pausing at the door and smiling at me, "I'm really happy that I'm with you."
I grinned, blushing a little, "Yeah, you're pretty cool yourself. Now get out of here, nerd. You have 50 caps to win back."
He went down the stairs, shouting up, "It's not my fault! I was drunk and lost a bet!"
I shouted back so he could here me, "I was there! You were sober!"
