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Rax Wrathbone has an image problem, and he doesn’t give two fucks about it. Let the world think what it will. Rax is gonna do what Rax does best: feed (his alcohol addiction), fight (anything and everything in his way), and fuck (groupies, girlfriends, and occasionally his best friend Toombs).
When his “girlfriend” dubs him a wrecking ball that ruins everything he touches and promptly ditches him over rights to a song they both claim to own, Rax takes his frustrations out on Toombs, his bandmate and favorite punching bag. But in a drunken swirl of forbidden public sex, Rax learns that punching bags have a way of hitting back—especially when your head is turned and that son of a bitch clocks you in the face on the rebound.
☑ Alcohol addiction: FED
☑ Battle for stolen song: FOUGHT
☑ Submissive bandmate: FUCKED
☑ Emotional distance from said bandmate: Also FUCKED
“How did you know I was in town?” I sip my wine amid sounds of clinking glasses and tinkling laughter from nearby tables. It’s doubtful even alcohol will calm my nerves after the hell Letty and Shades put me through this morning at the grocery. They’re both on shopping restriction after the manager asked them to leave. Apparently, crashing shopping carts like bumper cars, playing hacky sack with feminine hygiene products, and rearranging condom boxes to spell the words “Get fucked” are frowned upon in the more conservative parts of New Orleans. Oh, and demonstrating proper blowjob techniques with a banana, and then using it to simulate how to bugger your boyfriend as he’s bent over the Chiquita stand doesn’t go over well with nuns or parents of young children either. On the bright side, at least Shades kept his pants up this time.
“I stalk Killer Buzz Float’s Facebook page,” Miles confesses. “Keeps me feeling close to you.”
I smile. “You were always such a charmer. Why did we ever divorce?”
“Because my Tab A never properly fit your Slot B?”
“Yeah, but we were good together everywhere outside of bed.”
“No denying that.” Miles tops off my glass. Didn’t realize I’d drained it. I suck down a couple more swallows. He considers me for a long moment and arches a brow. “Rough day?”
“Rough couple of months. At least the tour is over. Now I can move on to adventures in babysitting at the studio.” I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and notice the napkin in my lap as an afterthought. The children have turned me into a slob even outside the bus. I used to have manners. Now I have a plethora of unexplained stains. God, I’m losing my mind.
“Ah.” He nods knowingly. “I take it you haven’t looked into my suggestion?”
And, here we go. “No.”
Planting his elbows on the table, he folds his hands in front of his mouth. “When are you gonna face the fact that you’re an S-type through and through?”
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