Love Bites

Chapter 5 - Photograph

The front door was slamshut loudly. Duff and Steven, who were chilling with some morning booze in the living room at that time, both jumped on their sits.

- Gosh, some mercy for the poor folks like me wouldn't hurt dat dude, right, - Steven commented discontentedly, rubbing the side of his face, - who was that?

- Apparently, a lass that Axl and Iz didn't succeed in sharing, - Duff replied, lifting his head from the sofa pillow.

- Eavesdropped? - Steven asked after suppressing a giggle, - not good, man, didn't yo' parents tell you?

- I didn't mean to, - Duff tried to explain away, shifting a little, - you know Axl's habit of yelling on the top of his voice when he's pissed....

- I thought he called it singing...Nah, I don't judge you. That's the fucking way of getting the news without lifting your ass from here. Is she pretty?

- Wanna get in the divvy? - Duff tried to smile in a way that didn't make his face wrinkle because it was so incredibly painful, - I don't know, I haven't checked her in that sense...

- Then she is, you pretty much suck at chatting chicks up, but we knew that already...- Steven summed up slowly, trying to run his hand through his matted hair, - gosh, it's so hella cold out there!

- Are you kidding? It's around 90, - Duff objected. He took a lazy glance out of the window without standing up from his place, - if I am not mistaken, she's one of the girls we gave a lift approximately two weeks ago...

- Holy cow, what a great memory you have...I hardly remember how to spell my own name! - Steven gave a whistle.

- With a "v", "v", dude.

- Thanks for being so helpful, dickhead!

- Peace, lemme finish...

- Duff, do you think I'm hot?

- What? - Duff even sat up and shook his head to make sure he heard Steven clearly, - what thew heck did you just say?

- Do you think I look hot?

- Of course, dude. Drop-dead gorgeous!

- I'm being serious!

- Me too! Just look at these locks!

- I don't understand why I'm always chosen to be the one to comfort gals after they learn how much of a dick Axl is, - Steven suddenly complained and wiped his nose with the back of his hand, - or how small his actual dick is...

- Wait!

- Don't ask me how I know, I'd better not! Just think: I'm young, not ugly, kind, outgoing...

- Hairy! - Duff tacked on and was given an annoyed look.

- Plus, I'm a musician! Dave's sister said once it makes you hotter...

- Hey, you're asking like I'm a woman! That's your business that you haven't had it off for long!

- D'ya believe I should kick it?

- Well, actually, - Duff faltered, - I think that...

- Actually, I don't think I should either, - Steven sat up and started to search his pockets, - where is that shit...Man, is dat a blotter? - he pointed at the tiny piece of paper that was lying on the floor , - one doesn't throw it like that on the fucking carpet! 

Duff got up from his seat and picked the paper. That must have been some tricks of Steven's blurred vision, but it wasn't nearly as small as a blotter. After a few seconds of inspecting it, he came to conclusion that it was just a small negative photo.