Blood In The Water

36

"Mmh.. Jesus, my head.." Connor woke with a grumble, burying his face further into Kevin's pillow

"Yeah, I bet.." Kevin chuckled, pulling himself in closer and sending a hand through his hair "M'glad ya convinced me to come back to bed.. this is nice, actually.."

"Mm, I don' feel good.."

"I know, Babydoll.. you want some water?"

Connor shook his head

"Breakfast?"

He shook his head again

"More whiskey?"

"Ugh, god, never again.."

"It'll pass, Baby... I called Gino, told him you ain't gonna make it in.. I'd offer to run you a bath, but we all know how you feel about those"

"Disgusting.." he spoke, muffed, into the pillow

Kevin smiled

"...you're adorable."

"Mmf I'm gonna puke.."

"You need a bin?"

He nodded and Kevin rose from the bed, retrieving a wastebasket from the corner of his room and placing it down beside the edge of his bed.

"Here.. never met such a lightweight."

"I drank three times my body weight.." Connor grumbled

"That actually.. sounds 'bout right.. you drank that whiskey like the world was ending"

"It was yummy.."

"Not gonna taste so good comin' back up.."

"I wanna die.."

"Yeah, that also sounds about right.. look, I can't stay here much longer, I got a fella comin' over.. gotta have a lil' chat with him.. Anything ya need before, Dollface?"

"Mm-mh.. I'm just going to.. lie here and wait for the warm embrace of death.."

"..yeah, that ain't dramatic."

Kevin closed the curtains and pulled a blanket up over Connor's shoulders.

"Be quiet, okay? Just rest up in here, don't come into my office... what the hell's that fuckin' noise?"

Connor stayed silent with his face in the pillow

Muffled noise from downstairs continued to echo through the floorboards

"...Church must be on the phone.. anyways.. don't get yourself in no trouble, okay?"

"M'kay.."

"Attaboy. Be good."

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"..what happened to your leg?" Chris asked as he pulled his belt tightly into the buckle

"..got in a fight.. just like I told ya."

"That's right... pretty nasty cut.."

"Yeah, well.. got me pretty deep." James shrugged, slipping back into his button down

"You've got a lotta those, huh?"

"What do you mean?" He replied, distractedly

"A lotta scars.."

"Yeah, well.. hadda pretty bad accident.. how do ya think I got that godawful limp?"

"I like your limp, it's sexy.."