Hold On To Love || Kirk Hammett

Part 11- Rush Hour Scores

Kirk's POV

Chaos. In every corner that I looked. 

Our clothes were strewn on the floor, leaving us all shirtless, my jeans being the only clothing keeping my sanctity intact.

Lars on the other hand, was suffering under Savannah's cards. And his temper was not working in his favor.

He was engrossed in a petty argument with Trevor after he took a cheep shot at Lars's thong of an underwear. As much as I wanted to take Lars's side, a deep pit inside my stomach agreed with Trev.

Right before my eyes was a faint cloud of smoke circling around Cliff and Ronnie, who were far too engrossed in a joint to worry about what was going on.

In the corner was James and Neil, who were competing to see who could get through the pack of beer first.

And somehow, we were in the middle of a game of strip poker.

Savannah on the other hand, was snug in my arms, shuffling her deck, bored and probably stoned out of her mind.

"Right. Pants off, fucker."

I nearly jumped out of my skin, my eyes darting around the room.

"Relax," Savannah placed a palm on my bare chest before whispering in my ear, "Nobody's going to be seeing your Batman underwear."

A sigh of relief washed over me once James took of his jeans, only to go flustered once Savannah's words registered in my head.

I looked at her, taken aback, but slightly amused once I seen the mischievous smile on her face, "How did you know?"

She giggled, stealing a quick peck, "Don't worry about it.

"Savannah..." Lars drawled, "Now is not the time to fuck Kirk."

She rolled her eyes and tossed him the middle finger, then continued to shuffle through her deck.

Although, this time, something was different.

The angle she lay in gave me the perfect view of her cards. She tapped my thigh then gave me a suspicious cough.

Holy shit. She wanted to cheat.

She caught my gaze then jerked her head towards her cards. I had just the one she needed.

But I was caught at the crossroads. If I helped her, it meant Lars would have to fork over his underwear, and I couldn't stand being the source of his embarrassment.

Yet, I couldn't betray my girlfriend, even if it was a stupid game.

She tapped my thigh again, more frantic, her eyes pleading with me.

I let out a deep breath, scanning the room to make sure nobody was looking before sliding the card over to her, watching as the lights in her eyes shine bright.

"Larsie," She sung, "I've got a surprise for you."

She placed down her cards, one by one. Each card deepening the cracks in his face.

Everyone sniggered as he shook his head in utter denial.

"Savannah, wait." He said, "We can make a deal here."

She nodded, "Yes, you give your underwear, we get to laugh."

He rolled his eyes, snatching his jeans from Trevor and fishing out a packet from his pocket. He slammed it on the table; Dollar bills flashing across Savannah's eyes.

"Cocaine?"

Lars nodded his head, "All for you."

"No. No. No." Trevor interrupted, "This is not how it works."