Page 99 of Best Served Cold

“You gotta walk with me.” I adjusted my grip on his waist. “We’ll go slow, but you have to help me. I can’t carry your big ass alone.”

“I do have a big ass.” He giggled, which sounded ridiculous coming from him. “I have a bedonkadonk.”

“A what?”

“A dump truck. How about I got junk in my trunk? Or is it I have junk truck and I’ve got a dump in my trunk?”

“Definitely not either of those.” I kicked the door to the bathroom open.

He caught the door with his hand so it didn’t slam back on us. “I think I’m drunk.”

“I’d say that’s a safe bet.” I dragged him out of the bathroom and angled us toward the entrance. “Let’s get out of here, then you can tell me why you’re this wasted.”

“Am I gonna get in trouble?”

“I’m not your dad.” I caught him as he stumbled, righting him and pausing so he could get his bearings. “No one’s in trouble.”

It was slow going, but I managed to get Noah out of the bar without any issues. The bouncer at the entrance didn’t even look up as I practically dragged him outside.

“Can you make it two blocks without passing out?” I asked.

“Yeah. Think so.” He let out a grumble, low and deep. “Fuck I don’t feel good.”

“You going to puke?”

He shook his head. “I never do. Just don’t feel good.”

“Come on. We’ll go slow.” Adjusting my grip on him, I took as much of his weight as possible and steered him down the sidewalk.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“No reason to be sorry.”

“Why did you come?”

“What do you mean?” I carefully maneuvered him around a group of girls hogging the sidewalk and taking selfies.

“Why did you come? Was it because of the song?”

“Song?”

“Yeah. The song I recorded. Did you like it? You’d look hot dancing to it.”

I cycled through my memories of the video. I’d heard music playing in the background, but I hadn’t been able to single it out over the layers of other sounds.

“What song was it?” I asked, mostly to keep him occupied, but also because I was curious.

“I wanna be your slave.” He snickered. “That’s the song. Although I don’t think I’d say no to being your slave. I mean, if you wanna tie me up and show me whose boss, who’m I to say no?”

It was my turn to stumble.

“Careful!” Noah overcorrected trying to steady me and ended up knocking us over.

“Oof.”

We toppled into the wall a few feet away. Noah’s bigger body crushed mine against the bricks as we kind of hung off each other.

“Oopsie.”

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