not staying here by yourself," he shakes his head at me.
"Then it sounds like I'm going with you," I grin up at him.
He sighs, rolling his eyes back as his tongue plays along the inside of his cheek. It's a win-win for me this time. "Fine...what the fuck ever. I'm gonna take care of that motherfucker and come right back home, and you can just stay here and wait for me I guess."
"What are you gonna do to him? You can't just go off and kill him!" I scoff and he just shrugs.
"We're gonna talk...and if I don't like what he has to say...whatever happens, happens. Either way, you won't be there to worry about it. If I come home...I come home," he replies simply, and I'm astounded at the lightness in his voice. It fucking pisses me off when he just throws shit in my face about something bad happening to him. Like he thinks I don't care.
" Don't say that shit. Don't even fucking do that to me," I mutter, pushing myself up from the couch to brush past him, but he grabs my arm, pulling me flush against him.
"Listen to me...I'm gonna take care of shit. And I'm gonna come back to you. Trust me," he peaks softly, searching my face.
And I just have to believe him. I have to know he's telling the truth.
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He can hear screaming laughter and music from four doors down as he approaches the motel room, taking a pull on his joint and sniffing a little after he exhales. He knocks quickly, tapping his heel anxiously, nervously against the floor until the door bursts open and he's greeted by Fabian, a young brunette hanging on his arm giggling.
"What the fuck, Lex! It's about fucking time your bitch ass showed up!" Fabian throws a skinny arm around his shoulders enthusiastically and pulls him inside.
"Is Tony here?" Lex asks quietly, looking around the room over the crowd, squinting to make out faces in the smoky haze, the air clouded from drugs and cigarettes. Various scenes in the room reveal beer bongs, shots of alcohol being thrown back, lap dances and every example of drug intake that someone can fathom. Lex shakes his head silently as he takes it all in.
"Fuck no, that bitch left like an hour ago," Fabian slurs, plucking the joint from Lex's fingers greedily to take a hit. He pulls tighter on Lex's shoulders, his elbow slipping up around his neck as he turns him toward the couch. "Ladies...this is Lex."
Lex turns his head abruptly from his search for Tony to see the couch in the hotel room littered with four scantily clad girls, all eyeing him hungrily. He swallows hard. They part like the fucking Red Sea, leaving an empty space in the middle of the couch, and Fabian shoves him down amidst the girls with a drunken chuckle, "Dont be shy now! You ladies be nice to him."
Lex sighs and starts to get up as soon as he bounces down into the cushions, but he's seized by his shoulders immediately by one of the girls and pulled back down as she swings a leg over both of his.
His eyes go wide in surprise because she's being so forward, and he turns his face quickly as she starts to kiss his mouth and her lips lock into his neck instead. She sucks at his skin fiercely and he pushes back on her shoulders because he needs a bruise on his neck just like he needs a hole in his fucking head. He knows he'll be in big trouble over some shit like that.
She looks into his face with smoldering eyes and he's a little swept away in all of this but he makes sure to keep his hands to himself, maybe he'll feel a little less guilty. She has a pretty face, but she's not really his type...but with tits like hers, she's any guy's "type".
She grips his shoulders and grinds her hips down hard into his lap to the beat of the loud music in the smoky hotel room, and he hears Fabian and Tyson cheering him on from across the room. He flips them the bird behind her back and doesn't take his half-closed eyes off her body as she rolls into him. But he's ripped from his trance suddenly when he feels
"Then it sounds like I'm going with you," I grin up at him.
He sighs, rolling his eyes back as his tongue plays along the inside of his cheek. It's a win-win for me this time. "Fine...what the fuck ever. I'm gonna take care of that motherfucker and come right back home, and you can just stay here and wait for me I guess."
"What are you gonna do to him? You can't just go off and kill him!" I scoff and he just shrugs.
"We're gonna talk...and if I don't like what he has to say...whatever happens, happens. Either way, you won't be there to worry about it. If I come home...I come home," he replies simply, and I'm astounded at the lightness in his voice. It fucking pisses me off when he just throws shit in my face about something bad happening to him. Like he thinks I don't care.
" Don't say that shit. Don't even fucking do that to me," I mutter, pushing myself up from the couch to brush past him, but he grabs my arm, pulling me flush against him.
"Listen to me...I'm gonna take care of shit. And I'm gonna come back to you. Trust me," he peaks softly, searching my face.
And I just have to believe him. I have to know he's telling the truth.
_______________________________________________________________
He can hear screaming laughter and music from four doors down as he approaches the motel room, taking a pull on his joint and sniffing a little after he exhales. He knocks quickly, tapping his heel anxiously, nervously against the floor until the door bursts open and he's greeted by Fabian, a young brunette hanging on his arm giggling.
"What the fuck, Lex! It's about fucking time your bitch ass showed up!" Fabian throws a skinny arm around his shoulders enthusiastically and pulls him inside.
"Is Tony here?" Lex asks quietly, looking around the room over the crowd, squinting to make out faces in the smoky haze, the air clouded from drugs and cigarettes. Various scenes in the room reveal beer bongs, shots of alcohol being thrown back, lap dances and every example of drug intake that someone can fathom. Lex shakes his head silently as he takes it all in.
"Fuck no, that bitch left like an hour ago," Fabian slurs, plucking the joint from Lex's fingers greedily to take a hit. He pulls tighter on Lex's shoulders, his elbow slipping up around his neck as he turns him toward the couch. "Ladies...this is Lex."
Lex turns his head abruptly from his search for Tony to see the couch in the hotel room littered with four scantily clad girls, all eyeing him hungrily. He swallows hard. They part like the fucking Red Sea, leaving an empty space in the middle of the couch, and Fabian shoves him down amidst the girls with a drunken chuckle, "Dont be shy now! You ladies be nice to him."
Lex sighs and starts to get up as soon as he bounces down into the cushions, but he's seized by his shoulders immediately by one of the girls and pulled back down as she swings a leg over both of his.
His eyes go wide in surprise because she's being so forward, and he turns his face quickly as she starts to kiss his mouth and her lips lock into his neck instead. She sucks at his skin fiercely and he pushes back on her shoulders because he needs a bruise on his neck just like he needs a hole in his fucking head. He knows he'll be in big trouble over some shit like that.
She looks into his face with smoldering eyes and he's a little swept away in all of this but he makes sure to keep his hands to himself, maybe he'll feel a little less guilty. She has a pretty face, but she's not really his type...but with tits like hers, she's any guy's "type".
She grips his shoulders and grinds her hips down hard into his lap to the beat of the loud music in the smoky hotel room, and he hears Fabian and Tyson cheering him on from across the room. He flips them the bird behind her back and doesn't take his half-closed eyes off her body as she rolls into him. But he's ripped from his trance suddenly when he feels
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