//Rafe Cameron\\
"You don't make deals with the devil, not unless you want to dance with him and maybe I did"
Lily Grant has spent her whole life slumming it with the pogues, being that she is one.
They're her day ones, her best friends. Life coul...
My feet move unsteadily as I stagger into the overly fancy gas station. Why is everything in fucking Charlton so over the top? I get these people are rich, I'm more than used to rich but gold fucking flooring in a gas station is a bit fucking much.
I ignore the look from the clerk behind the counter, probably taking note of my drunken state and watching to see if she needs to call the cops. I'm not really sure how I got here from the gym without dying or seriously fucking up my truck but I couldn't give less of a fuck, if I wreck it..I'll get a new one. If I die..I'll be dead.
I only had a few beers left in the cooler from when Liam and I went to the beach the other night. After my boxing session I downed them in the gym parking lot, one after the other until my stomach sunk into my core and my vision swirled into another dimension.. but the goddamn feeling in my chest still weighs heavier than every holder on this fucking planet so it wasn't enough.
I make my way to the counter, a case of beer in hand. The shrimpy looking employee eyes me up in down nervously. Wearing a yellow polo shirt that matches their logo. Dark brown hair pulled into an ugly low ponytail and glasses that look like they're about to fall off of her freckle covered nose.. "Can I see your id?" She asks, her voice full of weariness and anxiety like she's afraid to even ask making me smirk as I pull it from my wallet and flash it in her direction
She only nods before keying in my birthdate. "Anything else for you?" She swallows down a lump in her throat. I swear sweat beads on her nose as she anxiously taps the top of the beer case. Am I that fucking scary? I only ramble off which cigarettes I want before flipping my card out and tucking my id back in.
Growing irritated as she takes her fucking time grabbing the pack. My eyes roam around the counter, taking in the row of multicolored lighters, a small display of keychains with Charlston and South Carolina engraved on them for whatever tourists want to buy that shit as a trinket. My attention falling on a single vibrant colored flower set beside the register. It's petals a soft pink that grow darker towards the middle and fade lighter around the edges. The yellow center almost making it appear tropical.
"Anything else?" Her voice pulls my attention back as I shake my head and pay. Gathering my items before I pause. "What kind of flower is that?" I ask wondering why I give a rats ass but the amount of alcohol in my system has me curious for some fuck of a reason. Her brows draw together as if she's wondering the same thing before she answers. "It's a lily"
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The liquor slips down like fire as I toss it in the back of my throat. Slamming the glass back down against the bar top with hard clank. Rolling my eyes at Liam as he checks his texts for the hundredth time tonight. Texting Addy, checking to see if Addy texted him, asking Addy about why she didn't text him..
