A FILTHY Enemy - Jaxson Kidman Page 0,33

slam three power chords together and rhyme ass with grass, right?”

“And pass and class,” I said.

“Fuck Neo,” Jay said. He pushed back from the bar. He played an air guitar. “I smoked some grass before my last class, that I knew I wouldn’t pass, so I got some nice teacher ass…”

I shook my head.

Jay patted my back. With his left hand, he picked up the shot of whiskey.

“Drink this fucking thing and then get in the fucking pool and drink one of those beautiful women there. They’re all for us, Reed. The one in the middle - perfect tits - she told me she wanted to feel how deep your long, bass-player fingers can go…” Jay leaned closer to me. “I heard she loves to… spray her pleasure…”

I laughed. “Jay…”

“Meet you in the pool,” he said.

He put the shot glass into my hand.

He walked away and cupped his hands together. “Tonight is officially squirt night! If you can squirt, you can stay the night!”

I looked at the shot glass.

Then at my phone.

I told myself if I could guess one place where Abby would be right now…

I looked around.

I leaned over the bar and dumped the shot of whiskey.

I shut may eyes and asked for forgiveness from the whiskey gods and then I snuck my way around Jay’s house to my motorcycle.

What the fuck was I actually doing?

I wasn’t sure.

But Abby wasn’t going to text me some professional sounding apology for throwing up all over my driveway and leave it at that.

She didn’t come to my place to punch me in the face.

There was another reason she had been there.

I wanted to know why.

So we both could clear the air.

And then never have to talk to each other again.

I walked through the front of Ungro with my head down.

The lights were dim enough that nobody paid attention to me.

Someone was on stage singing, so that captured most of the attention.

I made a quick right and went to the opposite side of the bar.

That’s when I saw Abby sitting near the corner.

All alone.

Staring down into a glass of what looked like beer.

It made me pause for a second.

Remember running from the tour bus at like three in the morning with beer? You would take a can and drink it, with your finger hooked through the plastic dangling the other five cans over your shoulder, like a normal woman would do with a pair of shoes or something. We’d put a blanket down, sit there and drink a few beers, look at the stars and talk about life.

I chased the wasted memory away and approached the bar.

I sat down next to Abby and nodded to the bartender.

The guy pointed at me.

I put my finger to my lips.

Please, don’t blow my cover, man…

The bartender gave me a thumbs up.

I pointed to Abby’s glass and he nodded to get me a beer.

“Are you scheming of a way to come up with fifty grand, honey?”

Abby looked at me and gasped.

I’m talking a loud gasp.

She stood up and stepped back from the bar.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Reed?”

“Hey, keep it down,” I said. “I don’t feel like getting mobbed here.”

“So all I have to do is announce who you are and you’ll disappear?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“So all I have to yell is that Reed from-”

I lunged from my barstool and gently put my right hand to Abby’s mouth.

I towered over her and stared down at her.

“Now why would you do that, honey?” I asked.

I moved my hand from her mouth. “I’m not in the mood, okay? You see that I’m here alone, right? I came that way for a reason.”

“You going to get up on stage and sing?” I asked.

“No,” she said.

“Why are you here alone?”

“Because I want to be,” she said.

She went back to her seat.

The bartender put a beer on the bar for me.

Then he put a napkin down, along with a pen.

He leaned forward. “Fucking hell, man. I’m a huge fan. You have no fucking idea. I’ll keep the drinks flowing and this side of the bar quiet, okay?”

“I appreciate that,” I said.

“And you don’t have to pay for anything.”

“What about me?” Abby asked. “I’m with him tonight.”

The bartender looked at Abby. “Yeah, sure. You’re on the house too.”

The bartender walked away.

Abby touched my hand. “Thanks, Reed.”

I pulled my hand away. “I came here for some answers, honey.”

Abby laughed. “You want answers?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“That’s kind of ironic, right?”

“How so?” I asked.

Abby lifted one of her eyebrows and shook her head. “Never