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“Come
on, you’re gonna catch a chill sitting here.”
“I’m not going back in there.”
“Did I say anything about you going
back to the bar?”
“No.”
“Alright then. We gotta go to the
parking lot though. My truck’s over there.”
“Hate your truck.”
“No you don’t, you hate that you’re
too short to get in it on your own.”
Huffing, Moon tried to blow a lock of
hair off his nose only to have it fall over his eye instead. Go figure. “Same
difference.”
“I promise to be gentler when I boost
you up this time. Wouldn’t do to save you from getting smeared all over the
road only to smack your head off the steering wheel and give you another
concussion.”
“Least you didn’t break my nose.”
“Hey, I apologized for that too. Who
knew you were so light?”
“You couldn’t take one look at me and
tell?” Moon squeaked as Derrick ‘helped’ him up by nearly yanking his arm out
of the socket. “Oh my god, you’re a menace, you know that?”
###
As
they bounced along the pothole-filled road, Moon was grateful that Derrick had
left the radio off, letting the hiss of the heater vent be the only sound
between them. “Got anything to smoke?”
“Always.”
“Then that’s where we should go.”
“I’ll smoke you up on two
conditions.”
“Can’t you just smoke me up ‘cause
I’ve had a shit night?”
“That would be too easy.”
Sighing heavily, Moon cast a sidelong
glance at him. “Could use easy tonight.”
“Well, I can promise that I’ll
be as easy as you want me to be.”
Groaning. Moon buried his face in his
hands. If there was one thing he could count on from Derrick, besides his never-ending
supply of weed, it was his willingness to help Moon fuck away whatever he
happened to be feeling.
Forcing a smile, Moon slid his hand
up Derrick’s thigh. “Guess it’s not just tequila that makes the clothes fall
off.”
###
“Still
got any of that Purple Punch laying around?”
“Smoked the last of it two nights ago,
but I’ve got Bubba and Romulan, oh and a little bit of Pink left.”
“I’ll go with Bubba.”
“Should I be jealous?”
“You know it.”
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