Page 66 of The Chase

“Er...” Colt said inanely, but Miles babbled over him, saving him from thinking of anything else to say.

“I promised I wouldn’t get into trouble, this was my final strike, it was this as a last ditch attempt to prove I didn’t need it but now she’ll send me to rehab and divorce my ass and suck me dry, my money-”

“She might not.” Colt attempted to reason with him but mainly he attempted to maneuver Miles over to his own cabin and avoid his stale breath.

“Oh God, she’ll be so fucking pissed-”

“Well, just apologize, give her the best head of her life in the morning-”

“Easy for you to say, your April is a stunner…” Colt smirked. Miles continued, “I bet you both have incredible sex-” Colt simply grinned. “Well you know what’s better than sex? What I have that’s incredible every day?” Mile whispered like he was drawing Colt into a conspiracy plot.

“What?”

“Cocaine,” Miles slurred.

Colt paused, frowned, and looked him over. He didn’t seem high, he seemed drunk. “You have any tonight?” Colt asked.

Miles shook his head like a child. “No, they didn’t have any-”

“Who didn’t?”

“The men in the bar. I snuck into a bar, shit, don’t tell Clarissa,” Miles said, showering Colt with spittle as he loudly shushed, despite Colt not making any noise.

Colt wiped his face with the back of his hand and murmured back, “You went into town?”

“Yeah, I said I had a headache and needed aspirin but I didn’t go to the pharmacy. I went to the bar. And there were these men in there that looked like they could hook me up-”

“What men?” Colt asked, his hackles beginning to rise.

“Men. Actually, they looked like you.”

“Like me?”

“Yeah, they had hair like yours and the jacket like yours, only they had a picture on it. A gross looking animal skull-”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, it was pretty ugly really. Anyway, I asked them if they had any blow but they told me to fuck off-”

“Was it an old man, with long gray hair, in a ponytail… fat?” Colt asked, desperately hoping it was Blue.

Miles shook his head. “Nope. Two guys. One young and skinny. The other guy was drunk. Really drunk. Like he passed out on the bar, the skinny guy called him a funny animal name…”

Colt sagged. “Skunk?”

Miles chuckled. “Yeah, which was funny ‘cause he was drunk as a-”

Colt practically shook Miles in his frustration. “Did they talk to you, or you to them, other than about blow?”

Miles pouted up at Colt. “Ouch, you’re hurting me!”

Colt relaxed his grip and forced himself to breathe. “Sorry.”

“No, they were rude, so I got myself a drink, or three, ha!” Miles guffawed.

Colt rubbed a hand over his face. “Okay, what happened next, did they leave?”

“Well, Skunk passed out at the bar and the skinny guy couldn’t lift him, then there was some argument about paying, I don’t think the drunk guy could pay for the bottle, so the bartender kicked them out.”

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