In Between Times (Complete Novel, Mastered May 12th, 2022)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

— Sleeping Beauty

Life – Remulak, Robohands ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬

GAGE TAINUM:

Before I can pull out my dick to take a leak, I catch a glimpse of long black hair bobbing above the closest stall to me. What the hell?

One of her tan hands reaches for the vent screen above her as she stands on the toilet. Her other hand is also held up, and in it is her cell phone. She's giggling hysterically, and completely oblivious to the fact that she's in the men's bathroom.

"Hey, Princess, where are you going?" I ask her. My well-known smirk sits on my lips as I look at her.

She looks slightly in my direction, like it's perfectly normal for her to be doing what she's doing.

"I'm going on an adventure," she slurs.

This girl is drunk.

I make my way to the stall and open the swinging door all the way to find her awkwardly standing on the toilet seat as she lazily tugs at the vent screen.

"You sure that's a good idea?" I ask.

My reflexes react when she slightly stumbles, and my hands are soon grabbing ahold of her ass to keep her up. That's just how it worked out, as instinct.

The screen clicks all the way off and falls out of her hand onto the floor next to my feet.

"Whoa," she says as she burps.

I think I love her.

I chuckle as I push her up straight, so she won't fall on me. "That's flattering, Princess. Need a boost?" I suggest.

She groans as she gets on the tips of her toes to look inside of the vent. "There's a ladder," she says in awe, as she tries to reach for it herself.

I look up; keeping my hands hovered behind her in case she stumbles again.

"Huh," I pause curiously. "What kind of adventure are you getting yourself into?"

"I'm looking for my friend," she answers, waving her phone in the air. "I'm tracking her down; she left me here alone," she explains.

"She left you here drunk," I sigh. "Not a very reliable friend you got there, Princess."

"I wasn't drunk when she left and I know she has a lot on her mind," she explains, briefly. "You're coming with me," she giggles, grabbing at the side of my face with her hand.

I raise my eyebrows suggestively. "Hey, two foggy minds think alike," I grin, peeling her fingers off my facial hair.

"Sit on my face — I mean, sit on my shoulders," I instruct.

She looks over her shoulder so I can see the smirk sitting on her lips. She sticks her ass in my face as a response. I guess she wants me to do all the work. I wink at her before ducking my head under her crouch so she can sit on my shoulders. I'm not a disgusting pervert, I just have a dirty mind and can't control it.

I lift her up as one of her hands rest on the top of my head.

"Hold my phone for a sec," she mumbles.

I take her phone and put it in my back pocket before she reaches up to grab the first bar on the ladder inside of the mysterious "vent".

"I'm doing it," she encourages herself, as she starts officially climbing up.

"I got you, Princess," I grin, enjoying the view as her feet move to step on my shoulders.

"Don't move," she says.