Page 91 of Stitch
“If someone doesn’t like me, I should know, right? What if I rely on them for something and they don’t help me?”
Stitch let out a low growl.
“No fucker in this club would ever mistreat an old lady, got it? Anyone does, you come to me.”
“I think Micro’s just jealous,” Has-Been muttered.
“Micro? Why’s he called that?”
They all started chuckling, and side-eying each other.
“Why d’ya think?”
“He’s the one you punched earlier, right?”
Stitch looked pissed again all of a sudden.
“Yeah, he was making lewd comments about my sister. Ow, fuck, Has!” Has-Been cursed, and dabbed at the blood he’d just drawn.
“Sorry, man. Look, I need five minutes. I’m cramping up.” He shoved the kit aside, and got up, striding away as he removed his surgical gloves.
“What a pussy. Don’t see me cramping, and I’ve been working as long as him,” Rocket murmured. Neither of them knew the real reason why Has had to suddenly take a break, but I thought I did.
“Actually, is this a good time for me to take a pee break? Beer makes me pee.”
Rocket grimaced, and backed up.
“Yeah, go for it. I’ll grab some water while you’re gone.”
Stitch caught my hand. “You’re okay?”
“Yeah, and I’ll be even better when I’m not leaning on a full bladder.”
I hurried down the hallway, stopping when I reached the door for the bathroom, because I could hear talking. Has-Been and Elise. Was it snooping to move closer andlisten? Yeah of course it was, but I wanted to make sure she was alright.
“Just leave me alone, okay?”
“Has he fucking hit on you, darlin’?”
I leaned closer, ready to jump in if he was upsetting her.
“NO! Okay? No, nobody hits on me, because I’m so fucking average that nobody even looks twice, isn’t that right?”
Has-Been cursed.“You know that’s not true, babe, you’re fucking stunning.”
“But you don’t want me.”
A frustrated growl was the next sound, followed by Has-Been speaking again.
“That’s not fucking true either, but you heard him. I go near you, and I’m dead.”
“Well, as long as you get to stay alive, I’ll just stay alone, right?”
He muttered something, and then they were quiet. Too quiet? I risked a peek and saw Elise crushed against Has-Been’s chest, their mouths practically fused together. It was actually really sweet, but so very dangerous, if anyone saw them.
I backed up and headed for the bathroom before I got them caught by a member of the club.
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