Chapter 7 Felyx
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FELYX
“We could stay up and play drinking games to get to know one another!” I offer up; not knowing how they’re feeling, but I’m way too fucking wired to go to sleep right now.
“Do you have some with you in here?” Briggs questions while nodding towards the tour bus, which is finally coming into sight.
“Nope, I was hoping you all had some stashed away somewhere…I haven’t played drinking games in years.”
Scottie offers, “Sadly, we don’t, but we can send one of the crew out tomorrow to grab some, though!”
* I look around awkwardly, not knowing where to go or stay tonight. I probably should’ve asked Michelle, but I was too excited. My only plan was to get on the road and pull over at a vacant hotel when I needed to rest last night.
“Well, we’re gonna head in and get our bags.
” I look at Scottie in confusion, and she clarifies, “This is a long weekend, so we’re staying here in Ohio for a couple of days.
We don’t have to be anywhere until next weekend, so we’re staying in a hotel to get some good sleep, and water pressure that doesn’t feel like you’re just getting pissed on. ”
“Kinky,” Briggs jokes and snorts, which has us all busting out laughing. “But really, there are a lot of friends I want to watch perform.” I don’t know if other bands stop and listen to their friends perform, but it seems so wholesome and supportive of them to do that.
Then it dawns on me that Michelle probably slept on the other bus with the employees.
“That tour bus is already a rockin’, I am sure as hell not sleeping in there tonight,” I joke, knowing Eric and his wife are in the other bus that follows behind the band.
The manager and other crew members stay in that one.
I should’ve already been in there getting my shit together and setting up camp, but here I am, thumb up my ass at midnight, about to sleep in my damn car at this point. The wheels are turning in Scottie’s head when she asks me, “Did Michelle not give you her room reservations?”
“I didn’t hear anything about that…hang on, I’ll text her.” At this ungodly hour, but then again, she is used to this lifestyle, so I’m sure she’s up.
Me
Hotel reservations???
Michelle
OMFG Felyx, I’m so sorry! I had my assistant cancel everything, not even thinking you would want them…
I turn my phone around and let Scottie and Briggs see Michelle’s response.
“You can stay with us. We have a suite booked, and I’m sure they’ll have some open rooms at the hotel if you don’t want to stay in our room.” I nod in agreement with Scottie.
I type out a quick response to stress Michelle as little as possible.
Me
That’s okay!!! You rest, I will be perfectly fine, I promise!
“We’ve been sold out of rooms for the past three months because of Twisted Tours…
” the receptionist at this disgustingly fancy hotel tells us the predicament with the rooms here.
And to no fault of her own, they’re sold out…
Then she adds, “Every hotel within a fifty-mile radius is also sold out.” I don’t think the receptionist has a clue who she’s talking to, which is probably a good thing.
I turn to look at Scottie and Briggs. Briggs has the goofiest smile, and Scottie looks busy scheming up a master plan.
“You can just stay with us in our suite.”
The receptionist practically cuts Briggs off with a snarl of her lips, and says, “We have you booked in our honeymoon suite, Mr. Barlow.”
And there’s the assumption or standard that a relationship can only be between two people.
What if I were their third? What if they were bringing me into their relationship?
What if I was a groupie they both wanted to fuck?
Shit, for all she knows I could be their bull ready to fuck his wife while he’s tied up in the cuck chair begging to be humiliated.
But then I remember we’re in the Bible Belt, or at least close enough to it that I’m sure that goes against anything and everything she’s been taught. The societal norms piss me off, to say the least, but I’ll keep my mouth shut—for now.
“As long as it doesn’t go against your policies, we’re totally fine with it,” Scottie says with the most professional tone I’ve heard from her so far.
“We don’t have any policies that go against it, ma’am.”
“Oh my God,” Scottie says, grabbing her chest in what I’m hoping is just dramatics. “I’m only thirty-two, but when young folks call me ma’am, it makes me want to crawl in a hole and die.”
“I’m sorry to offend you, Mrs. Barlow,” the receptionist says, and I see the gleam in Briggs' eyes and the silence from both of them, without correcting her when calling Scottie by Briggs' last name.
I say to the gal behind the desk, ”Perfect. We’ll take the room cards now and get out of your hair. You all look extremely busy.” I look in the next to empty lobby, and my two grown children beside me are snickering at my expense.
We finally have the room keys, and I’m sending down a thankful prayer to the devil themselves that the hotel was at least dog friendly. Not that anyone would’ve noticed Mildred passed the hell out in her mesh dog carrier perched on my rolling suitcase.
I start leading the way to the massive elevators, and look back at Scottie and Briggs. They’re practically matching with their blonde hair and golden retriever personalities. I joke, “I’ve got my two little blonde bitches with me.”
I swear I see lust fill Briggs’ eyes, and something passes Scottie’s face that I want to dive into deeper.
And I plan to do just that when we get into this room.
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