that she's gonna be angel, just you wait and see

The scream jolted him from his drunken stupor to start focusing when the worry tightened in his chest over how serious this was becoming. “Hey, what the hell just happened? Sam?” Serge started pacing up and down as he gripped his phone tight. “Slow and steady, that’s it. Don’t panic, yeah, just listen to my voice. If you’re coming over the bridge, make a right and the church is a few blocks up.” 

"Ah- shit." The sounds of rustling came over the line as Serge finally got up from where he was sitting, slurring his words by now. "It's actually serious, I— turn back, get yourself somewhere safe Sam. Some guy here's saying something about the church, is that near where you are?"

Serge: Warning siren, there's a storm coming, it's really starting to pour out here. Hey, where are you now? Have you hopped in your car yet?

Serge: I can appreciate with words and the eyes, it means just as much as a handful. You did, but c'mon I'm not that old, I'm right in my prime so yeah taking care of myself is crucial. Nothing fake or plastic though and if he has then I gotta say I'm severely disappointed. Where would I go to find an Amal? I had no idea you nannied but I mean, we never really talked much. What else don't I know about you?

Serge: You have a fucking great ass but I’m sure you knew that already. Oh, we’re going there, are we? What happened to aging gracefully? No way in hell is that happening, I’m going the Clooney route and becoming my very own silver fox. Is that the guy from last time?

Serge: One of the things I like most about you, but yeah that sounds like a plan. Give me your worst. On another note, where are you?

“I don’t know, we sold a bunch of tacos, has to be a profit in there, right?” Talan played along. He was no accounting whiz, and the book balancing always did come rough, but he knew what he was doing for the most part. “I’m not. But I could be, I could turn heel on you in a hurry.”

“Depends on how many tacos you gave out to girls who batted their eyes at you.” She quipped back at him taking a sip of her beer. “I won’t believe until I see it”

Serge: God, an entire list huh? You're going to keep me up all night but make it exciting and perhaps I won't.

“Well I spent the entire night make a profit instead of sitting on my ass. Look at it that way,” Talan wiggled his brows at her. “I could be much more selfish.”

“How do you know that you made a profit if you can’t even balance your books hmm?” She asked with a smirk painted on her lips. “How so? You don’t look like the selfish type.”

Serge: Y'know, time doesn't exist if we're on the phone. All the time in the world to tell me what else you would change.

“Hey, don’t knock the tour bus, it would have been a fun time. It always is,” he grinned, stepping forward so she could closely examine further. His eyes followed where she led, a smirk pulling as he felt her nails drag lightly down his stomach much like the last time they were in a room alone together, before he met her gaze straight on. “I think I’ll leave the spiky hair to back in the 2000′s where it belongs but c’mon, this shirt? I thought I looked solid. Would you rather I walk around shirtless?” he teased, tilting his head slightly as his hand reached out to hold onto the top of the couch. “I’m tougher than I look, I can handle it.” 

“I wouldn’t know, I was never invited.” She reminded him with a look and a small bite of her bottom lip. Her nails dragged along the line of his jeans, almost begging for access under his shirt without saying a word. “I think that’s smart, it’s not a look that ages well at all. Like boy bands, that hair belongs with boy bands, not rockstars.” It was a shameless stroke of his ego matched with a smirk that lit up her eyes. “I mean there’s an idea for you, it’s summer it’s the perfect time for it plus I wouldn’t hate it.” Her finger wrapped around the loop of his jeans as she continued to talk. “I don’t have enough time to go into it, we only have 4 minutes left.”

“I don’t maybe something like, hey sorry for being a bitch and sending your boyfriend nudes knowing he was in a relationship. Just a thought.”

“No that’s more of a mouthful thanks for the input though. “

“I know what I’m doing, what can I say?” Talan grinned, tossing the rag on his shoulder into the truck and locking it up behind him. “So you don’t got my next round too?”

“Do you thought? You spent the entire night in there instead of enjoying the shows.” She argued back at him with a smile. “Now you’re being selfish.”

“You probably shouldn’t invite guys you barely know to your place, even for a free Uber ride.”

“You’re probably more fun than the guys I do know.”

“I think I need it a little more than you do,” he pouted back at her. “I’m not sure how picturing everyone naked is going to help, do you want me to get a hard-on in the middle of my performance?”

She let out a dry scoff, “Not possible with the night I’m having.” Her eyebrow perked up at his words. “Do you usually get hard that easily?”

“Seems to me you don’t exactly need to be asked if I remember correctly.”

“I’m that generous, what can I say?”

“That’s better than cologne, no?” Talan asked, accepting the beer and tipping it back for a sip straight away. “I like a good Corona, no worries.”

“A total aphrodisiac, you’ve cracked it really.” She said finishing off her drink and tossing the bottle into the trash. “Good because I wasn’t about to buy you another.”