Knight and sword

Rocco picked up the phone slowly. He leaned back and brought the phone to his face. Silence settled between us while he scrutinized the photos. Did he even know what he was looking at? He was so drunk nothing must be registering in his mind.

Then he tossed the phone on the table.

“What is this? Did you come to seduce me with your semi-nude photos?”

“Excuse me? Seduce you? Don’t you know what those are?”

“Pictures of your ass,” he said, bringing the empty glass to his lips. He frowned when he got nothing out of the glass.

“Pictures I didn’t take! Did you send these?”

“Why would I, Lilly?”

He hauled his body off the chair and staggered to the liquor case. I groaned and followed him to the case. I caught his arm before he could grab another bottle.

“That’s enough alcohol for one night,” I said.

He snatched his arm back. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“I have a problem here! Someone has nude photos of me if it isn’t you.”

“Your naked imagine is embedded in my mind for the rest of time.”