Of all the f*cking things I could have said, THAT was what came to mind? Stupid f*cking mouth. “Maybe…you?” I winced at my choice of words. You belong to anyone?” he asked seductively, leaning in toward me. He sniffled, drawing attention to the light dusting of white powder trapped in his nostrils. If I had to end up in someone’s bed, I imagined that being in his wouldn’t be half-bad. “Hey,” I answered back, trying to assert my newly found false confidence. His entire neck was covered with colorful tattoos and when he went to light a cigarette I noticed that the backs of both of his hands and were covered in ink as well. I couldn’t tell what color his eyes were because his lids hung heavy and were slightly reddened. He stood well over six feet, his frame lean yet very cut and muscular. He had a beard, not stubble, a full-on beard that was a few inches long and very well groomed. The man wearing the vest had long blonde hair that draped over to one side of his head, revealing the shaved area beneath. One read VICE PRESIDENT and the other, BEACH BASTARDS. When I turned around, I was eye level with a wall of leather with white patches sewn into it. “Hey there,” a deep voice rumbled against my ear.
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