Time To Waste

Chapter 10: Babysitter

Gesturing toward the confused woman kneeling half-naked on the bed, Rick met his bandmate's curious brown eyes. He shook his head slowly, almost as if in warning. "Can you sit with Jen for a little while?"

Ryan raised an eyebrow and scratched at his beard. "Does she need a babysitter?"

"No," the other man coughed, then immediately corrected himself, "yes."

Ryan raised his right eyebrow further, crossing his tattooed arms over his black t-shirt clad chest. "What's going on that she needs a babysitter?" His smirk widened as he leaned against the wall. "Better question, man - what are you doing in this room, and were you in here earlier when she was moaning like a whore?"

Ricky waved his hands as if to clear his friend's interrogation from the air. "Look, can you just please sit in here with her for a little while? It's a long fucking story and that's not for right now. I just need to take a walk and smoke a cigarette. Can you stay with her, please?"

Pushing off the wall with his sneaker-clad foot, Ryan grinned lasciviously. "Sure thing."

"DO NOT . . . " Ricky began and coughed. He pointed in the other man's face, taking a step forward and trying to look menacing. "Ryan, don't fucking do anything! Here's the fucking problem: she was drugged last night at the bar. She has no clue who anyone is – much less who she even is – and she's not herself at all. Just don't fucking do anything, okay?"

Seemingly ignoring this, Ryan glanced around the hotel suite curiously. "Where's Chris?"

Ricky took a deep breath, let it out slowly and began searching his pockets, double-checking that he had his wallet and his smokes. "I don't know. He went out to find the fucker that did this to her."

"And that fucker would be?" Ryan raised an eyebrow. He glanced from his best friend to the woman standing in the middle of the sitting room, wondering exactly what he had inadvertently stepped into the middle of. She looked confused but curious, Rick looked haggard and emotionally raw.

Ricky shrugged and glanced at his cellphone. "We think her ex-boyfriend slipped something into her drink when they were talking earlier."

"Ah," Ryan laughed. Realizing that his friend was somewhat frantic to escape, he acquiesced. "Sure, I can babysit."

"Seriously, dude," Ricky warned, waving a finger in the other man's face. "That's Chris' girl! Try to remember that, even if she can't. I'll be back!" With that, he stormed out of the hotel room and pulled the adjoining door shut behind him.

Jenna eyed the new man as he sauntered into the room, colorful arms crossed tightly over his chest as he eyed her hungrily. He walked slowly around before tossing himself roughly down onto one of the sofas, patting the space beside him invitingly. "What up?" he inquired as he propped his black sneaker-clad feet onto the glass coffee-table. He angled his body toward the seat he offered her and grinned. "Nice panties!" He pointed toward her lower half and the black lace thong that was covering absolutely nothing.