Page 130 of Devoured

“Don’t flash all these people,” Rob hissed. “They’re all staring at us. Are we screaming right now? I feel like we’re screaming…”

“You’re finally here!” a bubbly brunette said as she ran up to us. She gave Rob a quick kiss on the cheek. “I just need you and your friends over there and I’ll start painting you.”

I turned to where she was pointing. There were some cloth tarps laid on the ground and paint and brushes. But there was no canvas.

“Where exactly are you painting us?” Rob asked.

“Over there,” she said again, but this time she pointed to the wall.

Rob laughed. “It’s a mural? That’s staying here? Forever?”

“That’s the idea, yes,” she said.

“I can’t buy that wall,” Matt said.

I laughed. “It’s fine.” Who cared if our asses were forever immortalized on this wall? Certainly not me. Had I ever said I cared? “Is there food?” I asked.

“Yes it’s…” her voice trailed off as she looked over my shoulder.

I turned around to see Mason talking to the hot girl at table two. The girl at the table behind him was staring right at his exposed ass.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Matt said. “My brother’s ass is out.” He walked over to Mason, seemingly unaware that his ass was out too.

“Mason is going to need a better wingman than Matt,” I said. I started to walk over toward them, but Rob caught my arm before I could.

“So, over there?” Rob asked. “Great. Let’s get our art on.” He pulled me away from Mason and Matt. Which was a mistake. Because I was a really good fucking wingman. Yup, I was the best. Matt and Mason were already retreating from table two. I would have got Mason fucking laid. The boy was in dire need of some holes.

The artist girl somehow wrangled us all into the poses she wanted. And we stood there perfectly still.

“Please stop moving,” she said.

Okay…so maybe we weren’t perfectly still. But this leaf was a plant. And plants weren’t supposed to be this close to balls.

“Just be still,” she said more firmly.

Did floating count as still? I was pretty sure I was floating.

Matt started giggling.

I looked over and Rob was poking at Matt’s leaf with a sword.

“Where did you get a sword?” I asked.

“I’m the king of the jungle. Or something like that.” He poked Matt’s leaf again.

“Stop it,” Matt said through his giggles.

The girl walked back over to us. “I need you all to not move.”

“We’re not marooving,” Mason said as he tripped to the side.

“Did you just say marooving?” she asked.

“That’s not a word.”

“I know it’s not a word.” She looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath. “You guys, please just be still. This is the first night of the exhibit. We’re going to end up painting this whole room over the course of the semester, but this is the pivotal piece.”

“Wait,” Matt said. “What’s going to be right next to us?”

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