After what felt like the longest shower ever, Mick came out with a towel tied round his waist and his wet hair sticking up all over the place.
"Hey," he smiled at me, leaning against the doorframe. He still sounded a bit tipsy from last night but he looked a lot better. "What were you on about before, then?"
"I'm coming to the rest of the Scotland gigs with you!" I said, patting the spot next to me on the bed for him to sit.
"Wait, like, really?" he said, coming over and sitting down.
"Yeah! We don't know the details yet but why the hell not? Plus, it'd be pretty boring if I didn't," I said, raising my eyebrows. He just smiled and hugged me tight.
"Okay, I better get ready," he said, looking through his suitcase their roadie had brought over from the pub. I was already changed so I sat on the bed watching him. He turned and faced me.
"Are you just gonna sit there?" he said.
"Are you shy?" I smirked. He laughed.
"No," he said, ripping the towel off and throwing it across the room. My eyes widened and I smiled.
"You should really stop throwing stuff everywhere, it makes it look like we've been up to something," I frowned at him.
"So? We have, haven't we?"
I smiled at the memory. I couldn't remember much, but what I could remember I liked.
"So we like, actually did it?" I said, kind of annoyed that it had practically been wiped from my memory.
"'Did it'? Are you, like, five?" he laughed at me.
"Okay, did we like actually HAVE SEX?!" I yelled.
"Shut up!" he laughed, reaching over and shoving me. I let myself flop over onto my back and lay there laughing.
"Hurry up and get ready, you're just delaying it because you like the idea of me staring at your arse."
"Is that what you plan on doing?"
"Yes, actually, so if you could stop pointing your dick in my face and turn round that'd be great," I teased. He raised his eyebrows and sat next to the suitcase looking for something to wear.
"Oh my God, hurry up, just put some fuckin clothes on!"
"Last night you were begging me to take them off!"
"Shut up, we were drunk..."
"Would you have done it any differently if we weren't?"
"...no" I grinned, "I thought it was perfect. You were very good at it..."
"I know."
Finally he put on the jeans from last night and a red short sleeve shirt. He looked lovely.
"Okay, let's go already!"
We walked into the pub and caught sight of them straight away. I felt pretty gross that I was the only one who hadn't changed my clothes from last night, but I didn't have anything with me.
"Hey," I smiled, taking a seat next to Paul.
"Where have you guys been? We've been sat here ages," Paul said.
"Oh, come on, is it not obvious what they were doing?" Joe said to him. Mick blushed and looked angry but I just laughed. Paul leaned into me and mock whispered.
"Okay, but just tell me one thing, is his dick as small as I bet it would be?"
"You made a bet?!" whined Mick.
"Yeah, and I think I won-"
"Shut up, he has a lovely penis!" I shouted, so everyone in the bar could hear me. We got a lot of dirty looks from people so I just looked down, trying not to laugh.
"Shut. The fuck. Up" Mick said, slapping my leg.
"Hey, I was defending you! Go slap the one who bet your dick was like three inches," I laughed, pointing at Paul.
"I actually bet it would be-" Paul was about to correct me but Mick walked over and kicked him in the shin to shut him up.
"So like, can we talk about what's happening with the gigs?"
"Sure," Joe turned to me. "You can just come along wherever we go; we'll just tell everyone you're like a groupie or somethin, and we don't have to pay for a hotel room, you can just sneak in with Small Dick," he said, pointing at Mick.
"I don't mind staying with Small Dick," I shrugged cheerfully.
"Who's fucking side are you on here?" Mick turned to me, but I just laughed.
"You can fuckin stay here if you want," he threatened.
"Okay! I'm sorry! I'll try and remember to stop calling you that, but I'm not making any promises."
"Well it's sorted then, we'll head off tomorrow," Joe said.
