A Devil for Me

BAD DECISIONS

Flying popcorn would be in places where popcorn shouldn't be for the next couple of days

After a couple of days of deep cleaning the house of popcorn and various other snacks, Dustin and Ricky had stayed behind for a bit talking over hobbies, music, and many other things, eventually exchanging numbers and contact names so they could keep in touch while the others went back to PA so they could relax since Virginia had been the last show that they had done. Making sure that they left with everything to head back to the hotel since they wouldn't leave until the next morning to head back to the airport.

Running the trash outside to the dumpsters, the cold wind hit Dustin's face, the male shivering lightly with his fingerless gloved hands holding onto the trash bags that needed to be collected since they were full. Standing at the driveway for a brief minute or two, he collects his thoughts before heading back inside. Closing the door behind him when he got inside, kicking off his shoes soon after to pull out his phone from his back pocket while making his way up the stairs into his room. Maneuvering into the contact section, he pulled the number of Ricky.

MakeupDustin: Ricky? Are you awake?

HorrorOlson: Yeah, just in the hotel chilling with Vin. What did you need?

MakeupDustin: Can... Can we talk? I wanted to say sorry about yesterday

HorrorOlson: Listen, I get it. It was just bad juju that came back to bite you in the ass

MakeupDustin: So... You're not mad?

HorrorOlson: I don't have any reason to be.

MakeupDustin: Cool, because I umm... Could you catch up tonight for some drinks? You don't have to, I just need to get my head out from the dark places

HorrorOlson: I don't see why not, we're not leaving until late tomorrow morning so I'm free all night. What time works for you?

 MakeupDustin: Uhh... Does 7 work?

HorrorOlson: 7 works for me. Want me to pick you up?

MakeupDustin: If you want to, I can Lyft to the hotel.

HorrorOlson: On second thought, I'll come get you. 

MakeupDustin: See You at 7 then.

Setting his phone down on the nightstand by his mattress, he gets up. Giving a few head scratches to his cat, who weaved between his ankles, he moved to his closet to grab a pair of black basketball shorts along with an oversized shirt with a set of black ankle socks. Shutting the door behind him with the clothes in his hands, he steps into the bathroom. The signifying of it locking to echo that he had gone in there, the shower soon running after a few minutes.

Clothes piled up against the counter, he sighed. The cold water hit his skin, making him shiver just a bit. Running his hands through the faded green and black hair, he reaches for the sulfate-free shampoo, lathering it up in his hands to run it through his locks. Humming to the tune he had in his head, the shower had become around 30 minutes longer than he wanted it to be. Soon enough, the water shut off, along with the door opening. Stepping out onto the rug on the tile floor, he reached for a towel to wrap around his waist. 

Slipping the oversized shirt over his head, he soon took the smaller towels hanging up to dry his hair. Letting the towel sit on his head while slipping his boxers and shorts on. Reaching for the towel to gather the dirty clothes in his other hand. Unlocking the door, he slips his socks on before heading to the laundry room with the clothes in tow.

"What's with all the clothes?" Nick raised a brow, seeing the towels and clothes mixed in together in his hands.

"Shower. I'm doing laundry." Dustin clarified, his hair still semi-wet