I AM SO TIRED I'M OVERTIRED. 8D
Let's resume shall we?
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MATURE FOR NAUGHTY WORDS.
DUN FUCKIN LIKE. DUN FUCKIN READ.
"OH GOD. OH GOD."
"NO. NO. OOHH FUCK."
You know something?
Even if this was porn.
I still wouldn't want to watch.
"YOU CUNT BASTARD!"
Chester's blood has boiled the alcohol to steam, which is what's keeping him going.
Living on a bus with five other dudes you pick up everyone's quirks. And Chester is a mute and a grump when he's tired. His eyes get smaller than normal and the capillaries burst with tiny droplets of blood.
And while he's suffering from a mean case of Frodo-eye right now, he's bopping around so much the keys in his pocket and the chain on his jeans are jingling what could be Beethoven's 6th.
His Pastoral Suite. Which is miles greater than Symphony number 9. Fucking Joyful Joyful my fat ass.
... but I digress ...
Chester, "Own up fucker. My Kitana ALWAYS wins. Your Jade can take her stick and shove it up your ass."
Rob tosses the controller and grumbles to himself.
I hate it when Rob acts like Chester. He can't pull it off. There's only one prick bastard in this group and it's..
"TWAT? I CUNT HEAR YOU!"
"I SAID I HOPE YOUR WIFE ROLLS OVER IN HER SLEEP AND KILLS YOU WITH HER BIG BELLY."
"YOU FUCKING COCKSMOKER!"
Oh for the love of...
"Will you two shut the FUCK up?!" I yelp as I shove Rob aside with my foot and pull Chester into me to get them apart.
Chester squirms like a petulant child.
GodDAMN he's a strong son of a bitch.
"Don't talk about my fucking wife like that you cunt!" Chester's blood is starting to vaporize. Jack Daniel's sex is cumming from his mouth.
"Or what Chester?!" Rob barks at him. His muddy eyes are hot with annoyance. Chester's drinking is a strain on everyone. He's a cool guy but he's too heavy on mother's milk, and it gets all of us on edge.
Add the fact that Chester's dick is itchy... and well... it's enough to get even the coolest head in the band to snap.
"You going to teach me a lesson and dog me like your wife?"
I tighten my arms around Chester's mean wiry frame. He becomes so rigid I'd fear rigor mortis if gasps of Jack weren't exploding from his nostrils.
Rob's ass is SO grass.
Chester throws me from his body and walks nose to nose with Rob.
Now Rob is a head taller and is two Chester's thick, but Chaz is like I said, wiry and mean. He's a fast fuck that I wouldn't mess with.
"You know what Bourdon? You can take your dick. Stuff it between your thighs. And go fuck yourself," Chester hisses against his lips. He turns and rifles another long skinny filter out of his pocket and turns to make use of my stove again, "IF it can reach."
Rob follows Chester's narrow ass with his dark eyes and cocks his lips in a grin.
"Don't worry about MY dick Chester," he calls to him. Chester sucks the filter. All you can see from the dark kitchen are the glow of his eyes and the red burn as he inhales.
"I carry it in a holster against my thigh."
I flop on the couch peeling in laughter as Chester spooges his load of Jack into the sink.
I look over at the kitchen as Chester wipes his sticky mouth with the back of his hand. His cigarette is glowing softly between his bony fingers. He saunters out, the anger in his eyes flickering into amusement.
"You're lucky," smoke licks their way from his lips, "I usually trip over mine."
I roll my eyes, " Oh holy Christ. This is all I'm going to hear about for the rest of the night isn't it?"
Rob grins at me, "Until one of us goes home."
I rub my temples. Chester is here for good tonight because of the gurls rool boiz drool party. But Rob'll stay just to egg him on. And I don't have the stamina for ringside seats for this cock fight.
I hold out my hand to Chester, "Give me your keys."
Chester cocks a slim brow at me, "What for?"
"I'm going back to your house. It's quiet over there and the girls will leave me to work in peace. Try not to burn my place down."
Chester rolls his eyes and grumbles, "Sorry mom."
Rob snorts a giggle, "Oh come on Mike. You know you're enjoying this. It's free entertainment."
Chester, "It's free porn without the babes."
"Well, until I start liking dicks that are so big you can wrap them around your necks twice, I think I'll pass." Honestly.
"Well then let's go get some."
Chester giggles like a maniac. His eyes are a frightening combination of black and red.
I swear to God I had a nightmare that looked just like that once.
I turn my eyes and shiver.
"Get what dude? Big penises?" Chester cackles longer and louder.
I'm not too sure if he's laughing because of his rejoinder or because he's so fucked up with booze, tar, and chick deprivation he thinks the word "penis" is funny.
... Lord Jesus it's the latter.
Chester's managed to fall all over me and bark like a hyena. His eyes are crying with tears because he's laughing so hard at himself.
Whatever gets those wild Clive Barker-esque orbs to close.
I shiver again. HARD.
Rob crosses his arms over his chest and waits until the tattooed hyena has sobered enough to hear him, "No Chaz. Not penisssessss."
Chester curls in fits of giggles again and Rob smirks.
He did that on purpose.
"Babes. Chester. Babes."
Chester's black blood shot eyes open in alertness and they sparkle with thrill, "....Babes are SO much better than penises."
Rob's eyes glint with the same wickedness.
I shiver for the third time, and I'm sure it won't be the last.