“Try me. But, when you’re pissing blood for a week, you can’t blame me, because you’ve been warned.” I pointed to the rest of our friends. “And they all heard me say it.”
“I think she means it,” Brian said smugly. When I glanced at him, I was shocked to find him smiling savagely.
I turned around snagging a tour schedule, and picked up the band’s CD. I asked the man behind the booth what the cost was and took the appropriate money out of my wallet to pay him. It was becoming difficult to see straight though, and I held the bill up twice to check the currency.
“What was the name of the band playing when I came in?” I asked Ben.
He smiled at my question. “The Wailing Wanderers. So, you liked them?”
I nodded my head, and then asked the man for their CD. He found it at the end of the table, and I handed him money. I stuffed the CDs and tour schedule in my purse, turning to find George and Ben eyeing up the women in the place. Brian and Max were chatting about something, but I couldn’t tell what. There was a strange roaring in my ears all of a sudden. I walked over to them, my feet suddenly feeling very heavy.
“So, are you going to sleep over tonight?” Brian enquired, curiosity in his eyes.
“Would you mind?” I asked.
I’d rather Ryan feel the emptiness of the apartment, remind him of what he was missing out on.
“Not at all. You and I haven’t had a sleepover since college.”
“Sleepover? You mean where either you or I passed out in each other’s dorm rooms after cramming all night long for some exam?” I asked, smirking.
“Right well,” There was an awkward pause. “This will be like that, but a lot more fun.”
I smiled. “I’m in.” I wrapped my arm around his shoulder. “One good thing about me and Ryan being on the outs is that you and I can spend more time together,” I said, affectionately.
He smiled brightly. “I know.”
“Hey guys, come over here,” I called out to Ben and George, “Before you start your hunt, let’s get a group picture.”
“I want a copy of this,” Brian and George said at the same time.
“I’ll send one to all of you. “ I took my small digital camera out, and saw a nearby girl with a triple X tattooed across her hand, meaning that she was an extreme straight edge. She’d obviously be sober enough to take the shot of us.
“Excuse me.” I tapped her shoulder politely. She glared up at me with disgust, likely because I reeked of booze. “Would you mind taking a photo of me and my friends?” I pointed back to the guys standing there.
She let out a long sigh, but relented. “Alright.” I handed the camera to her, walking back towards the guys as we all posed for the pictures. After she snapped a few, I thanked her, and took my camera back.
As I walked back towards the group, I saw a guy tap George on the shoulder. “Hey! Are you that guy from that T.V. show?” The guy blinked slowly, clearly in an alcoholic stupor. “You look like that guy from that show.”
“No, I’m not him. I am the guy that fucked your girl last night, though…” George replied darkly. “And made her beg for more.”
I rolled my eyes. Here we go again. We never knew what we would get when George drank. Sometimes he was the sweetest, nicest guy you’d ever met. Sometimes he was a raging asshole. It was night and day, and once he started drinking, there was no way to predict if Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde would show up afterwards.
“Ben, Brian, grab
“I think she means it,” Brian said smugly. When I glanced at him, I was shocked to find him smiling savagely.
I turned around snagging a tour schedule, and picked up the band’s CD. I asked the man behind the booth what the cost was and took the appropriate money out of my wallet to pay him. It was becoming difficult to see straight though, and I held the bill up twice to check the currency.
“What was the name of the band playing when I came in?” I asked Ben.
He smiled at my question. “The Wailing Wanderers. So, you liked them?”
I nodded my head, and then asked the man for their CD. He found it at the end of the table, and I handed him money. I stuffed the CDs and tour schedule in my purse, turning to find George and Ben eyeing up the women in the place. Brian and Max were chatting about something, but I couldn’t tell what. There was a strange roaring in my ears all of a sudden. I walked over to them, my feet suddenly feeling very heavy.
“So, are you going to sleep over tonight?” Brian enquired, curiosity in his eyes.
“Would you mind?” I asked.
I’d rather Ryan feel the emptiness of the apartment, remind him of what he was missing out on.
“Not at all. You and I haven’t had a sleepover since college.”
“Sleepover? You mean where either you or I passed out in each other’s dorm rooms after cramming all night long for some exam?” I asked, smirking.
“Right well,” There was an awkward pause. “This will be like that, but a lot more fun.”
I smiled. “I’m in.” I wrapped my arm around his shoulder. “One good thing about me and Ryan being on the outs is that you and I can spend more time together,” I said, affectionately.
He smiled brightly. “I know.”
“Hey guys, come over here,” I called out to Ben and George, “Before you start your hunt, let’s get a group picture.”
“I want a copy of this,” Brian and George said at the same time.
“I’ll send one to all of you. “ I took my small digital camera out, and saw a nearby girl with a triple X tattooed across her hand, meaning that she was an extreme straight edge. She’d obviously be sober enough to take the shot of us.
“Excuse me.” I tapped her shoulder politely. She glared up at me with disgust, likely because I reeked of booze. “Would you mind taking a photo of me and my friends?” I pointed back to the guys standing there.
She let out a long sigh, but relented. “Alright.” I handed the camera to her, walking back towards the guys as we all posed for the pictures. After she snapped a few, I thanked her, and took my camera back.
As I walked back towards the group, I saw a guy tap George on the shoulder. “Hey! Are you that guy from that T.V. show?” The guy blinked slowly, clearly in an alcoholic stupor. “You look like that guy from that show.”
“No, I’m not him. I am the guy that fucked your girl last night, though…” George replied darkly. “And made her beg for more.”
I rolled my eyes. Here we go again. We never knew what we would get when George drank. Sometimes he was the sweetest, nicest guy you’d ever met. Sometimes he was a raging asshole. It was night and day, and once he started drinking, there was no way to predict if Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde would show up afterwards.
“Ben, Brian, grab
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