INNER CORNERS OF THE SINGERS EYES WRINKLE, , they narrowing as he hears the words leave sams mouth, , they weaving their way into his skull - bobby hit it off with some reporter ? ? and not even a chick ? ? he knows what this fucking is didn’t he- a trap, , every one of them was the same, , “ im not a queer, , asshole - “ hateful words leave his chest and hands that have been gripping a bottle of whiskey only tighten as he lifts it to his lips, “ dont ever ask me anything like that again .” bobby could feel his heart quicken ( he was scared ) and if you looked close enough you would be able to tell for the large man moved leaning forward an aggressive finger coming to stab at the smaller ones chest , , “ and if you put anything in your little paper about it- - i'll kill you. “ he wouldn’t but he was drunk and coked out- - and the way that the other was so cocky about this made him mad, , so mad. however he finds himself close to the other, his finger turning into multiple fingers his index and thumb still gripping the bottle as the others tighten on the others shirt , he pulling him harshly toward him, pink lips shaking as he growls out , , “ got it ? ? “ / / @inqustve
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