d a r k e r l u s t

three

"nice job out there, gee." brendon said to me from the break room. it was nice, a few red bulls in a mini fridge, a tiny couch, and a tv. decent. small, but decent.

"thanks," i said, out of breath, grabbing a water from the fridge. 

"not a bad crowd tonight," brendon chuckled. "they love you."

i smile. "i try," i giggled.

"did you see that one guy? tattoos all over his arms, mid-length hair, hot as fucking hell may i add. he threw a few hundreds on you." brendon said.

"so that's who it was," i said. i saw a few one hundred dollar bills on the stage and was extremely surprised. i never get tipped with bills over 10,  occasionally 50. 

"he was eying you with a raging boner, man." brendon laughed. i shoved him. "hey!" he yelled. "nothing wrong about that! it's not a bad dick!" he laughed.

i rolled my eyes. 

"wanna go do a few shots?" brendon asked. "ryan's working tonigghhhtt..." he said dreamily.

jesus christ. that man and his sex drive. 

"fine. i'm in the mood to get shitfaced."