We Welcome the Wicked

“Whoa, are you okay?”

“You took that hit pretty hard…”

“Don’t stand up yet.”

“That definitely looks broken…”

“Walk it off.”

“How are you feeling?”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“You look like shit.”

“Have you been eating enough?”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Why are you limping?”

“You’re really pale…”

“Did you just go throw up?”

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”

“That looks infected.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“I told you you’d get sick.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

“Look at me–you’re safe.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Are you bleeding?!”

“How’d you get a bruise like that?”

“What happened?”

“Let me help you!”

“Can you hear me?”

“You hit your head pretty hard.”

“Don’t move.”

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

Maybe the rage had cooled inside Angelo for the time being, the water that was poured onto his face helping to snap him back to his senses. Maybe Vin hadn’t drugged or hooked up with his sister, but some shit had gone down. And none of that shit was anything that he was even slightly alright with.

“Forget the shit you didn’t do. How about the shit you did do? I’m supposed to just let that go, right? Maybe be happy for you? That’s my fucking sister, Vin.

–  S I S T E R.”

He drug the last word out, hoping it might give it more time to sink into the other man’s head. Somewhere along the line his friend decided he didn’t give a fuck about codes, unspoken rules, or anything other than getting his dick wet.

“I can’t do that, Ang. I won’t do that.”

He scrubbed his hands against his face and leaned against the back of the couch.

“I know there’s rules and shit about hooking up with your friends sister, but I’m not hooking up with her, Angelo. I’m…” Vincenzo honestly didn’t know what he was doing, not really, but it felt a whole lot more important than hooking up.

“There’s feelings involved, man. Not just hers, but mine, too. I really, really like Anabelle. I’ve been kind of trying hard not to like her so much because I don’t want to make shit weird with you, but last night, I was out and talking to people and no one was in the slightest bit interesting. And then your sister texted me that she thought someone had slipped something into her drink and she sent me a map… What could I do, okay? I went after her.”

He swallowed the bile in his throat at the thought of what could have happened to that sharp-tongued angel laying in his bed.

“She was incoherent when I found her; almost unconscious and there was this asshat bragging to his friends that he’d roofied her and I lost it. Knocked him around and then put Anabelle into a cab and took her here. She slept it off and then woke up pissed. Must be a goddamned family trait.”

Vin rubbed his back where the cactus had landed and then his jaw, which was definitely bruised from bloodying up those douchebags.

“She came to the same conclusion you did, until I showed her the texts and the photo of the guy, which I want hanging in the bar, by the way. He’s banned for life. And death. Like, eternity. And then she came to and we talked and she wanted to lay down with me. I went to bed clothed, but she stole my shirt to change into. . . There was no sex. Not with me or anyone else. She’s safe.”

Cenz didn’t really want to get into too much detail after that point.

“Anyway. Talking happened and it turns out, she likes me back. Wasn’t just flirting and teasing these past weeks. And like… I like her, man. She’s kind of perfect. Smart and sarcastic and funny and strong…” And super hot, but Cenz wisely decided to leave that bit out. “I told her we would figure it out when we woke up. Light of day and stuff. She got all pouty, but I think she understood. She’d been drugged. And then there’s the whole, best-friend’s-kid-sister thing.”

One word he did catch, though, …..roofies. That was all it took before Angelo charged at his boss again. They were both upright now, no bed in the way of his target. It should’ve been an easy task, until he found himself slamming face first down onto the floor. Something had caught around his foot and caused him to trip, and when he reached down for the culprit, the fact that it was Annabelle’s skirt didn’t help the situation at all.

He tried furiously to charge at Vin again, wanting nothing more than to paint the walls with the man’s blood. Easier said than done, though, as he slipped and scrambled on all fours across the nearly pitch black room, his ankles still tied up in his sister’s skirt and signature knee high socks.

He took a quick glace down at the floor to his temporarily downed friend and made a snap decision to grab the glass of water from the coffee table and attack, jumping onto Ang’s torso with his knees bracing either side of the man and his left arm across his collar bone, using his weight to sort of hold him still. As still as was possible. Dude was like a raging bull.

With his right hand, he dumped the water onto the squirming, cursing Angelo’s face.

“I. Did. Not. Fuck. Your. Sister,” he said, punctuating each word with a firm press with his arm. “I did not drug your sister,” he pressed and then tossed the plastic tumbler to the side. “I picked her up from a party where she was roofied and I brought her here to sleep it off.”

By this time, Angelo had gone still. His face was still red, and Vin had no idea if his sudden cessation was a good sign or a very bad one. In either case, Vincenzo knew he wouldn’t be able to hold an angry, if surprised, Angelo down for any real amount of time, so he rolled to the side.

“I would never hurt her, Angelo. I was trying to keep her safe.” Vin looked at what tripped his friend and paled, slightly.

“She took her clothes off, man. And she stole my shirt. That’s why I’m shirtless and…” he started to explain but got the sense it would make shit worse. Because calling attention to his torso that was covered in his best friend’s baby sister’s lovebites was probably a bad plan when said best friend already wanted to murder you.

“Shit…” Vin grabbed a shirt off of the floor, but tossed it back down when he realized it was Anabelle’s. “Fuck.” Behind him, near the door was another shirt, so Vin picked it up and put it on before sitting on the couch and picking up the fallen cactus.

“We made out a little. Or like… a lot. We both wanted to take it farther but I wouldn’t sleep with her. Because I didn’t know if the shit that asshole gave her had worn off and I didn’t wanna take advantage. I told her we’d talk about it after we both slept and kissed her goodnight. On the forehead. Non-sexually.”

Vincenzo sighed. Angelo was getting up. It didn’t take long. “You gotta trust me.”

His boss and best friend had been in some kind of a funk lately, but he figured it wasn’t anything a couple dozen shots and some ass couldn’t cure. All work and no play makes Vin annoying as fuck.

When he crept up the stairs to the rear entrance into Vin’s apartment, Angelo wasn’t surprised to find the lights off still. The mess all over the living room was a little weird, but he figured shit must’ve gotten a little wild before whoever he brought home ended up in his boss’ bed.

A few steps further and Angelo found himself peeking through the crack of best friend’s bedroom door. He just wanted to catch a glimpse of who was in there, if anybody was still in there. He did NOT want to see his little sister in the place where some random slut was supposed to be, though. Not at all. But, that was exactly what he found.

“I SAID FUCK A DICK. ANY DICK BUT THAT DICK. AND WHAT DO YOU DO? YOU FUCK THE DICK I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK!” 

The door was thrown open now, lights being flipped on as the shouting got louder.

“And YOU! MY FUCKING SISTER? MY SISTER?!”

The pair of them hadn’t even gotten out of the bed yet, mostly just startled from Angelo’s entrance, but he wasn’t having that. Before anybody could say or do anything, he was grabbing at the side of Vin’s mattress, doing his best to overturn it with them still just laying there.

“Get up. Get the fuck up!”

 “Ang! Stoppit. Fuck’s sake,” Vin whisper-screamed at his friend. “Don’t wake her up. She might get sick.” Vincenzo rolled out of the bed and dodged under Angelo’s arm, heading to the door. “If you’re going to yell and me or then murder me, or whatever, let’s do it out here. Let her sleep.”

 He didn’t give Angelo the time to verbally respond; just quickly made his way to the other side of his small apartment, knowing that his friend probably wanted him dead bad enough to give chase.

 “I can explain, okay? I didn’t go out and hook up with your sister. She’s only sleeping in my bed because the roofies in her drink hit her hard and she needed to sleep them off.” It took a half second after the words left his mouth and Ang’s eyes widened in rage for him to realize that he’d phrased that wrong.

 “I didn’t give her the drugs, though,” he said with his hands up in a placating gesture. “She went to a party and some asshole slipped panty droppers into her drink… I was at a different bar, but she messaged me. I went and found her and brought her here. I didn’t take advantage of Anabelle. Swear.” Vin swallowed hard and looked into his best friend’s eyes. “I don’t take hookups into my bed and you know it. I don’t like to change my sheets that often.”

or send a number for a hug/kiss 

cheek kiss

shy kiss

first kiss

forehead kiss

gentle kiss

scar kiss

hand kiss

friendly kiss

chaste kiss

spin the bottle kiss

an eskimo kiss

butterfly kisses ( eyelash kiss )

a kiss pressed to each fingertip

a kiss on the hairline

a kiss to the temples

a kiss to the corner of the mouth

a kiss to bruised skin

a kiss on the knuckles

Nose Kiss

Gentle Peck

Eyelid Kiss

Bear Hug

Sleepy hug

Cuddle hug

Unreciprocated hug

“Far too long since we’ve seen each other” hug

From behind hug

“Something scared me” hug

The Lift hug

One armed hug

Friendly hug

The emotional hug

Failed hug

Run and Jump hug

Side hug

Comforting hug

Family hug

Hug around waist

Clinging hug

‘’Don’t let go’’ hug

‘’I thought I’d never see you again” hug

Warm hug

Awkward hug