fuck, he’s tired. he’s been falling asleep sat down for a solid hour. he’s had more than one man joke about taking him home, two lesbians who said he looked like a stray dog, and one very nice drag queen who sat down next to him and asked if the collar was real, if he’d had a nice night out, and introduced herself as clitoria labia before kissin his forehead and wobbling off on her heels.

          it’s not been awful, but he’s felt stupid enough. feels stupider by the minute as he sobers up in the texas night heat and realises he coulda just sat in his car and waited and driven home himself. he props his chin on his knees and considers that he wants to see a friendly face. he wants to see cass’ face and get the almighty shit ripped out of him for a bit and then go an’ sleep in someone’s bathtub.