filled with the excitement and everyone was pumped, it was hard not getting sucked into it all.
Laura sat beside him, and he glanced at her. She may act like she wasn’t going to start anything, but since they had fucked that one time she had been trying to have a repeat episode.
They sat in silence, but he put Laura out of his head and tried to focus on the party around him and get the room to stop spinning. Some girls were giving lap dances to the roadies, and even Matty was enjoying some tits in his face. The room was thick with the sweet scent of pot in the air, and although he didn’t do drugs, it was hard to stay away from it.
“You’re pretty drunk,” Laura said beside him.
“Yeah. A little bit.” He drank a little more water.
“So…”
When she paused and didn’t immediately finish her sentence he glanced over at her. “What?”
“You’re serious about that chick?” Laura sounded nonchalant.
He stared at her. “I told you I wasn’t in the mood for this shit, Laura.” He rested his head on the back of the couch once more and closed his eyes.
“I’m not starting shit. I really want to know. I don’t see what the big deal about her is. She just showed up last week, and all of the sudden you don’t fuck anyone else?” She moved an inch closer to him.
Before he could set her straight that Tanner wasn’t just some random woman he had picked up, but a childhood friend that he had grown to love more than anything else, she was speaking again.
“I mean, you used to screw any bitch that threw themselves at you.”
“Shut the fuck up, Laura.” He leaned forward and scrubbed a hand over his face. He was getting clammy, and a cold sweat was starting to form along his brow and the length of his spine. Yeah, he was going to fucking puke. Damn, he felt like a lightweight. Suddenly his stomach clenched.
The mixture of the loud music, booze, chaotic action, and of course the fact that Laura was starting in on him after he had shut this shit down several times already.
“You aren’t looking too good.” She reached out and placed her hand on his thigh, but Jacks pushed it away.
“I’m serious, Laura. I am not going there with you again.” He pushed back the fact that he felt like he was going to be sick, and looked at her. “I don’t want you. I love Tanner.” He didn’t miss the way she narrowed her eyes and clenched her jaw a second before she smoothed her features. He shouldn’t have guzzled those shots, and then chugged nearly half the bottle of water.
“You want some more water, or maybe something to eat?”
And that was the last thing that he needed to hear for the nausea to go into throw-up mode. He stood and pushed his way through the thick crowd that filled the room.
Some of them tried to stop and talk to get his autograph, and pass him a joint, but Jacks was two seconds away from making an ass out of himself and getting sick everywhere.
When he got to the bathroom he pushed the door open hard enough that it slammed against the wall. There was a girl sitting on the counter getting eaten out by a guy on his knees before her. “Get the fuck out.”
“What the hell, man.” The guy stood and turned toward Jacks, but when he obviously saw who he was his eyes widened. “Shit, dude, sorry. Yeah, yeah we’re going.” The guy wiped his mouth with the back of his arm, and then helped the girl off the counter. “Love your work, Jacks.”
He pushed them out without saying anything, but he couldn’t because he was feeling sicker with every passing second. He slammed the door shut, went over to the toilet, and lifted the lid. He threw up like he was a teenager drunk for the first time, but he was glad no one could see him.
When he was dry heaving and nothing else came up, he pushed himself off the floor and went over to the sink. After washing out his mouth and using some mouthwash, he sat his ass back on the floor and leaned against the tub to make sure he was finished being sick.
Damn, he couldn’t remember the last time this had happened. He pulled his legs up and rested his forearms on his knees. Jacks hung his head, and closing his