Page 129 of Devoured

He was right. The walls were a plain white out here too. And when we made it to the end of the hall, we walked into another blindingly white room.

There were women in fancy dresses and men in tuxedos standing at cocktail tables chatting. But the room hushed when we walked in.

“I think we’re in the wrong place,” Rob whispered.

I heard a spoon fall to the ground.Yeah.We were definitely in the wrong place. Because everyone else was wearing freaking clothes!

Mason looked down at his leaf. “When did I get naked?” he whispered.

I laughed.

Matt laughed too. “Why are we the only naked ones? Robert Hunter, you’re in trouble, young man.”

“Don’t use my full name,” he hissed. “This isn’t my fault.”

“How is this not your fault?” I asked. And then I laughed. “Fault is a strange word.”

“I don’t even think it’s a word,” Matt said. “I’ve never heard that before.”

“Fault, fault, fault,” Mason started saying on repeat.

“We’re so high,” Rob said. “Maybe this isn’t even happening right now.”

“But you’re all seeing this, right?” I whispered. “A whole party of people staring at us? And they’re all wearing way more clothes than us.”

“I see it,” Mason said. “I wish I was still a hat. Oh, fuck I’m getting hard.”

“What? Stop it!” Rob hissed.

“It’s too late. There’s a hot girl at table two. Direct eye contact is my weakness.”

I looked over and there was indeed a hot girl at table two smiling over at us.

“This leaf isn’t big enough!” Mason hissed.

“Calm down, that leaf is twelve times the size of your small dick,” Rob said.

“It’s tenting! The leaf is going to rip.”

“Get it together,” Matt said. “Think of…bunnies or something.”

“You know I love fucking on top of furs!”

Matt started laughing.

“My tip is showing!”

I looked down. And sure enough, the tip of Mason’s penis was poking out at the bottom of the leaf. But I felt like he was holding the leaf all wrong. It was way too high up. What the hell was he doing? “You gotta put it lower,” I said and reached for his leaf.

“Don’t touch my boner, man.”

“Yeah, I was definitely not trying to do that.”

“Bloody wanker,” Mason said.

I started laughing. “Are we British now?”

“I think I should just drop the leaf,” Mason said. “It’s the only way.”

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