Page 10 of Revelry

“I don’t give a shit who you do as long as you stay the hell away from Deb and stay focused on the tour.”

Ouch. That stung like a bitch.

“What is it with you and gingers, man? They’re like your kryptonite. Ever since that country bitch you’re all about the ginge and the misery—”

Cooper snaps. Turning abruptly, he pins Levi to the wall with his forearm pressed against his throat. Levi holds his hands up in surrender. “Don’t fucking call her that.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult your baby mamma.” His eyes are wide and his hands stay raised beside his head. Cooper’s fist is by his face, but he lets it drop and pulls the cigarette dangling off of his lip. He takes a final drag and throws it to the ground, stubbing it out with his boot.

Zed comes strolling out of the studio. His hands beating his chest. He eyes his band mates and swoops in like an over-excited puppy, barrelling into Levi and kneeing him in the balls. Levi doubles over Zed’s knee. He recovers enough to punch Zed in the back of the head, but the meth monkey doesn’t look as though he even felt it.

“The booze is here!” Zed announces, obviously seeing me crouched down in the bushes. He heads straight for me. “And I got a solo just itching to get out, but first I need me a big fucking drink.”

Both Cooper and Levi turn to glare in the direction of my old bomb. It doesn’t take either of them long to locate me ducked down behind it. I scoop up the cat. I don’t even know if she’s done with her business, but as long as she’s not peeing all over me I don’t really give a damn. She claws at my face, but I dodge out of the way and throw her in the car, slamming the door firmly closed. Her little ginger head pops up and begins meowing at the glass. I turn away.

Three fourths of the worldwide phenomenon, Taint, descend upon me. Zed’s as huge and energetic as ever, Levi walks with a deliberate swagger—yes, I’ve heard all the rumours surrounding him, and more. I’d always just dismissed it as sort of a groupies’ urban legend, but the longer I stare at the front of his jeans, the more I realise those girls had every right to brag about his massive twelve-inch cock.Holy hell.That’s one massive …

“Look, Coop, Red has a pretty little ginger pussy. Who knew?” Levi says leaning around me to tap on the glass. The bastard cat hisses at him. She is really not a happy kitty.

Zed and Levi titter like school kids but Cooper is studying me with a curious expression.

“What?” I say, tilting my chin defiantly.

“You don’t seem like a cat person.”

“I’m not. It’s my grandmother’s.”

“You stroke your grandmother’s pussy?” Levi says.I really don’t like him.

“No, she’s dead. I have her bastard cat because it’s all she left me in her will.”

“Oh shit,” Levi says, rubbing the back of his neck and grimacing. “Sorry, Red.”

“Why didn’t you just give it to a shelter?” Coop says. He looks beyond me to my shit-box of a car, and his brow creases in this sexy furrow that makes all the blood in my body rush to my vagina in point-three of a second. “Are you living in your car?”

I step defensively in front of said shit-box. “No.”

“Guys, give us a minute?” Cooper says.

“Here we go,” Zed mumbles under his breath.

“What the hell, man?” Levi shoves Coop’s arm. “You said we were going to go get pizza?”

“I’m gonna shove my fist up your arse in a minute if you don’t fuck off. I need to talk to Red.”

“I don’t need to talk to you,” I say, sounding an awful lot like a petulant child. I do not like being told what to do.

“Talk, riiiiight.” Levi says, and then turns to walk away, but Zed holds a hand out to stop him.

“Wait. The booze,” Zed says.

“Red, you wanna hold your pretty kitty down while Zed gets the booze from your car?” Levi leans in, propping his side against the door, flush with mine. “Or you want me to do it for you?”

“Back off, Quinn,” Cooper warns.

Levi raises his hands above his shoulders and steps away from me, walking back toward the studio. Zed grasps the handle on the passenger-side door.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you—”

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