Dial Drunk - Post Malone

18

They head into the stadium from the back, unnoticed, then make their way to the large tent behind the stage that is serving as a chill-out area. Everyone is in there from the opening bands, Austin's full team, Satan, a selection of reporters, apple pickers, and people Austin has never seen in his life. It's very busy with a bustling bar in the corner, a DJ in the other corner and people treating the room like a party. "Your dressing room is that condoned-off section," Dre says pointing to a corner of the tent that has been covered with material and has a security guy posted outside the slit in the material that is serving as a door. Austin scans the room and sees Levi standing in a group of people with Cecelia. She looks happy as she sips on a drink while she watches people's lips as they talk. Cecilia has been practising her sign language and is attempting to translate when Levi does occasionally sign. She looks happy and so Austin does not want to disturb her just yet. She looks so beautiful and graceful, she captivates him, and he could watch her for hours. So do half the guys in this tent if he is being honest. He sees them flick their eyes to her discreetly now and then, but none of them approach her. He is not sure why, he presumes it's mostly because she is deaf and they are intimidated by, her beauty too, but he hopes it's mostly to do with the fact that it's well known that she is with him.

She is his. That makes him smile. She deserves the best so when a waitress offers him a beer he puts his hand up and shakes his head. He is never going to drink again. He does not want it, he does not need it. He will drink water from her out. That's a lie, he hates water. He will drink something else. What does he like? What else does he drink other than alcohol? He looks down at the floor as he rakes through his brain. Coffee. He drinks coffee, but only once a day because it's not healthy to have more than one a day, everyone knows that. What does he drink the rest of the time? Can't just be alcohol, surely. That would be insane. He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut when his brain starts to hurt. He has had a long day, he will think about it later.

He looks up and over at Levi again, pushing down his need to sweep her away and hide them in his dressing room, Levi is shy so her mingling is a good thing. He finds a beer in his hand somehow and Satan in his face instead. It's wonderful, so wonderful. "We are going to turn this tent into a nightclub after your show. Look at all the women. It's like a buffet," Satan says. Austin sighs and tries to ignore him while he watches Grassy walking around and giving everyone a warm hug as he introduces himself. Grassy is the friendliest person alive and everyone lights up when he approaches them. Austin sighs and sips his beer then feels someone slide into his side. When he looks down he sees a platinum blond looking up at him with a big smile. An apple picker. "Hi I'm Cassie," she says, her voice annoying him. "Move along. I am no longer single," he says getting her hands off him. She pouts but moves on to someone else, apple pickers are not easily offended and as much as Levi is his, he is Levi's. It's that simple.

"I don't how you do it, man. I would be doing her and my girlfriend...together," Satan says. Austin rolls his eyes, he is at the end of his tether when it comes to this man. He is so full of shit. He talks about bending women over all the fucking time but Austin has never seen any woman actually give him the time of day. At most, he has seen Satan flutter around and try his luck while women move away uncomfortably. He is the creep all women speak of. Satan needs to go. Austin has grown and has more pull, at his next able meeting he will make it clear - him or Satan. He won't negotiate on it. "I have my eye on quite a few women tonight, I am going to have to take them two or even three at a time in order to get through all of them tonight," Satan says. Austin rolls his eyes again and grabs a new beer. Why is he talking to him?

"That little red-haired one makes my balls swell. I don't care if she is dumb as fuck," Satan says suddenly. With a heavy sigh, Austin looks across the room in the direction Satan is looking in, his eyes landing on Levi. What the fuck? He better stay the fuck away from her, Austin will kill him. Fuck the tether - he is on his last fucking nerve when it comes to him. He does nothing but lounge around and bitch about songs that Austin presents to him like a fucking loyal puppy. If he says one more fucking thing Austin is going to lose his fucking head. "Hello," Grassy snips to Satan when he gets back to Austin. Grassy prides himself in finding the good in everyone but even he admits that there is nothing good about Leo - their personal Satan.