it smacks against the wall.
Music and noise crash in.
My head jerks toward the door.
Andrew turns.
It’s barback guy, from when I first walked in,
standing in the doorway,
eyes drifting from me,
to Andrew,
back to me.
His brow lifts,
a smirk spreading as he folds his arms,
leaning into the doorway.
“Jesus, Andrew. Every time I open this fuckin’ door, you’re wrist-deep in someone new.” He nudges his chin. “Don’t forget. You hogged the last one. You got five minutes before I’m knockin’ for my turn, bro. I want this one next.”
21 /BEAST OF BURDEN
THE ROLLING STONES
I freeze.
Can’t move.
Can’t speak.
Can’t even blink.
Wrist-deep. Five minutes. Next.
I think I stopped breathing somewhere between all three.
His words weren’t meant for a real person.
I’m just the skin he bounced them off of.
But it was a joke, right? He’s lying.
This guy’s pissed off I rejected him,
and now he’s stirring up shit.
Andrew’s not moving either.
His hand’s frozen on my thigh,
breath stuck in his chest,
eyes are locked on me.
