Page 7 of Acid

Ghost lets out a deep growl. “Bed now,” he orders. Star laughs as she gets up and scurries off with Ghost hot on her heels.

I frown as the room spins slightly from the drink I’ve consumed. “Have they…? Are they going…?” I ask, confused.

“Are they going to fuck? Absolutely, and on that vibe, I’m thinking that ain’t such a bad idea,” Rose says before standing. She looks across the bar to her man, Rip. He’s someone I’ve learnt that also manages to have a stare that can make you shit your pants with fear. She doesn’t even have to say anything. With one look he is placing down his drink and striding towards her like he’s been stranded in the desert and she’s his oasis. I have no idea what these women do to make their men look at them like that. All I’ve ever had is either a fist, or a lousy low life that ran as soon as I was pregnant with Oliver.

“How are you feeling, darlin’?” Acid asks as he comes to sit next to me.

“I feel like I’m drunk,” I snort.

“That’s good. Everything is chilling down a bit now. You want to go to bed? I think the last time I checked on Olly he had finally fallen asleep,” he adds.

“Oh god, I am the worst mom. I had completely forgot to put him to bed, to say goodnight, or even that I was a mom. I forgot my son!” I exclaim, feeling awful.

Acid laughs. “Don’t sweat it, Mama. He’s good. You needed some time off to relax and just forget. Now let me show you to your room,” he offers, holding out his hand as he stands.

I smile and take it. “You know what, not in a million years did I think I would make friends with a biker. An outlaw bikerat that,” I state as he guides me down the hall to my room. I’m not in much pain anymore, thanks to the alcohol, but I think he’s there to help keep me upright, as my balance seems to be off.

“The fox and the hound, darlin’,” Acid states.

“Eh?” I frown.

“Our unlikely friendship. Like the fox and the hound,” he adds.

“Oh, yeah!” I agree a little too loudly, as my voice echoes off the walls. “Wait, who are you?” I ask.

“I’m the hound, and you are the fox,” he answers.

“But why?” I ask.

“Because you’re a good looking woman, you know foxy, and darlin’, I’m sure if you were to speak to my conquests, they would tell you that I am a hound.” He smirks.

I look up and him and smile. “Yeah, I don’t fucking doubt it. I bet you’re a right little slut, aren’t ya?” I laugh, jabbing his chest with my index finger.

“Here’s your room,” he states, changing the subject. He opens the door to a simple room with 2 single beds. I smile when I see Oliver fast asleep in one of them.

“Aww, this is lovely,” I beam.

Acid looks down on me like I’m tripping. “Darlin’, it’s a room with 2 beds and some draws, with a TV and an old as fuck console in it for your kid. It ain’t the fucking Plaza,” he points out. I smile and sigh as he helps me into bed. “You’re a sappy drunk, you know that?” he laughs.

“Am I? That’s nice. Come on, get in bed with me. Let’s have a slumber party.” I yawn as I pat the small space next to me.

He pulls the covers over me. “That ain’t going to happen,” he states.

“And why not?” I huff.

“Because darlin’, the only time I get into bed with any woman is to fuck her,” he states, a smile playing on his lips.

“Eww,” I say with a look of disgust. “Yeah, that ain’t happening. Good night, slut bag,” I sigh, closing my eyes.

Acid places a kiss on the top of my head. “Night, darlin’,” he says, a laugh escaping him.

Waking up the next morning,feeling like dog shit. “Morning, how are you feeling?” Star asks as she walks into my room.

I groan. “Like I’ve been hit by a truck, then dragged for a hundred miles, only then to be let go and land in a crop of cactus’s… Cacti?” I frown.

Star laughs and hands me a glass and some pills. “Take these. They will make you feel better,” she says as she places them in my hand.

“What are these? Are they going to knock me out?” I ask.

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