a late tuesday tease

something new that has been keeping me awake at night










Bam. Bam. Bam.


I flinch awake as the gunshots echo off the brick walls in the narrow alley. Just like they do every night in my dreams. The room is pitch-black and stifling hot as I lay beneath the bodies that are draped over me.


Bam. Bam. Bam.


The loud staccato echoes again, only this time I recognize it as a knock on my hotel room door.


“Violet, baby, there is someone at the door.” Quinn whines in her French accent as she rolls away, relieving me of some of the heat and sweat that was beginning to suffocate me.  I watch her pale, soft form curl into a ball and return to her slumber.  The dead weight over my legs has yet to move, and my feet have lost feeling. Shoving at the large muscular leg of … fuck what’s his name…fucking Sasquatch with as hairy as this guy is. He grunts unintelligibly as he rolls to his stomach, his bright white ass cheeks almost lighting the room.  I shake my head and scoot off the bed, not bothering with a robe. I know who is at the door anyway.


“Jesus fuck Vi.” Cedrick, my manager, hisses as he quickly pushes me back inside the door, away from sight of the hallway. “Where the fuck are your clothes?” I motion toward the bedroom area as I take a left into the bathroom, leaving the door open to pee as I wait for him to continue admonishing me. “Fucking Quinn, I should have known.” I hear from the adjacent sleeping area. “And who the fuck is this?”


“Fuck you Cedrick.” Quinn’s groggy and raspy voice hisses and I hear something hit the wall, a pillow if I am not mistaken. A deep voice cusses in French causing Quinn to giggle and reply in her native tongue. Finishing and washing my hands I return and crawl back in-between them. Sasquatch, no Sebastian, that’s his name, might be hairy, but he is warm, and he kind of smells like…cheese.


“Vi,  get your shit, we have to be in New York by tomorrow at noon.” Cedrick commands, invoking an eye roll from me.


“No, I don’t have another show for two weeks, and it’s in Dublin, not New York.” I bark at him, meeting his eyes with a scowl. “Now get the fuck out of here, Quinn and I have company.” I lean in and kiss my longtime lover shooting him a glance over her shoulder as she shoves her tongue in my mouth and moans.  He can either join in or leave, but I do not plan to get out of this bed today. I am due a much-needed vacation. 


“Fucking musicians.” Cedrick grumbles as he crosses the room pulling open the blackout curtains, letting in the afternoon sun.  All three of us avert our eyes like vampires, hissing at the unwelcome light. “Your publicist committed you to a fluff appearance at Memorial Sloan Kettering. It is some sort of make a wish thing. You are due by one PM tomorrow.”


“You got to be kidding me? Cancer kids? Jesus Cedrick, I am not fit to be a role model.  Can’t they get T- Swooch or someone equally endearing. I have spent more time in rehab than on a stage for fucks sake.”


Cedrick raises an eyebrow at me, the vein in his temple bulging as he clenches his jaw. “Trust me I told her the same thing, but the kid requested you specifically. “


 


 

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