#table talk

Mike tastes like cigarettes and sweat. Grama tastes like cigarettes and sweat and blood and suddenly Worm doesn't know where he is, he's in an alley behind a whorehouse with nowhere to go and he screams at Mike and shoves him off of him. He's not a fucking faggot okay? Get the fuck away from him, Christ, Mikey, does your girlfriend know you take it up the ass?

Worm panics, punches Mike in the face. Hard. Busts his lip open so bad- Fuck, Mike he didn't mean it, he- Fuck. Worm runs away and finds a bar to drink at, Mike finds him in the morning wasted outside, after having stayed up all night trying to find him.

MIKE panics. Shit, he has a girlfriend, he cant- He's sorry, he shouldn't've kissed him. He shouldn't've been that close. He can't do that to Jo, not in good conscience. Lets just go back to the game? He promises it wont happen again.

Its the last time they ever see eachother, blood dripping down both their faces, faces freshly beat in by the cops. Mike has less than 12 hours to get 15k together and... He cant leave. Not without doing this first. "Not this time," And he grabs Les by the collar, pulls him in, kisses him with anger and sadness and trying to convey everything he can in such a short time before taking the keys and driving off, never to see Worm again.

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