Page 164 of Forgotten Comeback
“That’s my proprietary medium.” Because nobody else is getting a hold of Gavin’s cum.
A familiar face catches my eye, and I excuse myself, crossing the room.
“Like the painting?”
Ripped from a Fortune Cookie.
A toe peeks out of the bloody cookie, with the fortune written on the toe tag:Death is the only excuse.
“Got some dark shit swimming up there, don’t you?” Steve taps his temple.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I say dryly.
“Meant it as one. You’re talented.”
“Aww, thanks, Steve.” I beam.
He harrumphs.
“How’s the new ring girl search going?” I ask him.
“Sure I can’t talk you into coming back next season?”
“Ha, knew you’d miss me,” I taunt.
Steve snorts. “Like a hemorrhoid, maybe.”
“Uh-huh,” I drawl.
“None of the ring girl contenders have sense to pour piss out of a boot,” he laments.
“But I thought playing the role of fantasy girl was the most important thing?” I mock.
His eyes narrow. “You’re still a pain in my ass.”
“Your hemorrhoids are not my problem,” I counter.
He shoves a bag in my hand and walks away. Peeking inside, it’s filled with fortune cookies. “Steve, we are besties, and you can’t tell me different,” I call after him.
“I’ve been replaced by a boomer?” Kat appears with her bodyguards.
Things between me and my bestie have changed. Kat chose her side, and I chose mine. Maybe in the future, there won’t be sides.
Maybe.
“Hey, thanks for coming,” I tell Kat, giving her a hug.
“I wouldn’t miss it. Thank you so much for the wedding gift. Fabio and I love it.”
“Aww, you’re welcome.” I didn’t even realize Kat was a dog person, but she requested a dog collar and leash painting as her wedding gift.
“I won’t keep you. Just wanted to say congrats. I’m going to scope out your work before everything gets snatched up.”
“Thanks again for coming.” We hug, and she flitters off.
Effie appears, placing a red dot onRipped from a Fortune Cookie.
“Who bought this one?” I wonder.
