Page 7 of Lights Out

Jerryn nods happily, wrapping his arms around Bane’s neck in front of him. “Was that last year?”

“Two years ago,” Kit says, bouncing awkwardly to the song.

“And Jimmy didn’t charge us for breaking it,” I yell. “That was nice of him.”

Ridley twirls around a wood column in what I think is supposed to be a seductive move. “I’m gonna miss this place.”

“We all will,” Indy says, his eyes settling on me as he shifts to dance in front of me. “You sure you’re good, man? You can talk to me if you need to.”

Even half-drunk off his ass, he never stops caring about all of us. “I’m sure.” I put my arms in the air and do a little shimmy. “Thanks though.”

“Any time.”

The song changes to some twangy country song and we all groan and shuffle back to the table.

Ridley gets a huge shit eating grin on his face. “Hey, who wants to take a gardening break?”

“Hell yeah,” Indy says, already out of his chair again.

“We’re in,” Bane says, tugging on Jerryn’s arm.

“Nah, man,” Kit says. “I’m way too fucked up for that.”

“I’m good,” I answer.

The guys wander off while I sit with Kit, who’s staring off into space. “What part of California are you going to again?”

“Sacramento.” He shifts his half-open gaze to me. “Can I tell you something, Low?”

“Of course.”

“You’re so pretty. The second prettiest man I’ve ever seen.”

I scoff. “The second?”

“Indy is first. You have to agree?”

I nod, solemnly. “Fair. Indy is fire.”

“But you’re something too. The French boys are gonna lose their shit. Le poop?” He cackles, drawing a grin to my lips.

“Thanks, Kit. You’re not so bad yourself.”

He nods, before rubbing his hand over the scruff on his chin. “If I was into twinks, I would’ve totally tried to shoot my shot with you.”

“I’m not a twink.”

“Well you were three years ago when we met.”

“Fine. I concede on that point.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, you know? Twinks are all the rage I hear.”

Laughing softly, I rub his back. “I don’t have an issue with it really, but I don’t want to be typecast before someone even meets me, you know?”

“I get it.” He leans in. “Hey, did you and Indy ever hook up?”

I scrunch my nose. “No. I think you’d know if we did.”

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