Everything I Don't Deserve/Post Malone

•thirty one•

I snatched the cigarette Austin had just lit from his fingers as I leaned over the booth he was sitting in. I leaned over and kissed him, as he grinned and grabbed the back of my neck.

"You having fun darlin?" He said as I broke the kiss, my elbows propped on the back of the booth looking down at him.

"A blast. I'll be back soon. I promised Edie one more song, she's wearing me out tonight." I laughed, passing him back his smoke.

Edie had roped me and a good bit of the crew into line dancing and there was a huge group of us now on the dance floor sweaty and red faced, laughing and singing.

The show had been amazing, exactly how  I knew it would be, and we had all loaded up in vans to head to the bar down the street. More and more crew had trickled in as the night got later, and the place was actually pretty packed. We were all having a great time and the drinks were free flowing. We even had Smitty on the dance floor at one point, which had everyone in stitches.

When the song ended I gave Edie a hug and went back to where Austin was sitting with Jay, Marine and Dre. I slid in next to Austin in the booth and he grinned at me, slinging my slightly sweaty legs over his. I grabbed a beer from the bucket of ice on the table and took a long drink. It had been a while since I had spent that long on a dance floor.

"Tell Jordan! She will get a kick out of Morgan's bullshit.." Jay said over the noise of the music, shaking his head.

"Oh no.. what did he do?" I said with a groan. The last thing that man needs is more bad publicity.

Austin shook his head, pulling his bottle from his lips and resting his hand on my thigh. He sat his drink on the table and grabbed his phone and passed it to me, showing me a text exchange between he and Ernest.

"Trespassed?! From Losers? What the fuck happened?" I said skimming over the back and forth.

"So short story? Apparently he's trashed. Been in the studio all day, Ern said he got all in his head, feeling sorry for himself. Ern wasn't even planning on staying at the bar, but Mo was already half lit by the time they got dropped off. One thing led to another, Cheryl cut him off, he started popping off to her.."

"What?!!" I interrupted, banging my bottle to the table with shock. "To Cheryl? She's his favorite bartender! Oh no Austin it had to be bad if Cheryl cut him off and kicked him out. She's seen all of you guys fucking hammered and that's saying a lot.."

Austin chuckled into his bottle as he took another drink, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. "She called in Isaac... He was the one who trespassed him and had security throw him out. He threw a punch at Isaac. You know he won't take anyone's shit. Ern said they were serious and done with his ass."  He sighed and shook his head.

"I'm worried about him, he doesn't need anything else right now. Did Ern get him home? I hope he did." I sighed.

"Radio silence for the past hour or so. Hopefully that's good news.." Austin said, putting his phone back in his pocket and grabbing his cigarettes, offering me one. I waved him off and leaned back in the booth as he kept running his fingers along my thigh. They were cold from his bottle and it gave me goosebumps. He cut his eyes at me with a slightly cocky grin when he felt them sprung up under his touch. He knows exactly what he does to me.

"I'm worried about him too Jordan. You know how hard he was being on himself when we talked to him. This sounds like the start of a spiral." Marine said.

"He was." I sighed, thinking back to that conversation. "Doesn't his tour start in the next couple weeks? This is not the time for him to fall off the deep end."