“Yeah,” I replied, “Maybe I’ll get lucky and actually score.” Tom winked and replied, “Well judging from what you’ve got on, it looks li...e you’re more than ready.” Tom always knew how to say the right thing at the wrong time. The guy to my right chuckled. “You have to love a bartender with a good sense of humor,” my bar partner replied. “Yeah,” I shot back. “He my bastard brother from a different mother.” Tom looked over the bar and glared at me. I simply smiled and slipped a twenty-dollar. It was a family friend of the Tates. Stepping out of the car I approached the garage entrance. Standing there wiping his hands with a piece of cloth was a middle-aged gentleman. “Hi, my name is Steve, I have booked a car for a MOT test,” I said while smiling at him.“I recognise that car it belongs to Ryan Tate. Just wait here a minute.” Turning his back to me, he pulled out of his pocket a mobile, making his way to the back of the garage, while he put the phone to his ear.Waiting for him to. I ran my tongue over my lips before pulling forward, against your grip in my hair, to press my lips against yours.As my lips touched yours I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of our kiss. You pulled my head upright as you leaned back to stand up, pulling me along with you. You kept our lips joined, deepening our kiss, as you walked us further into the hotel suite. I felt your tongue brush against mine and I couldn’t hold back a moan at the taste of you. I had been longing for your touch. The girls we were talkin' too musta thoughtI was schitz because one minute we're passing the spliff n' the next I'mgrabbin' Van to tell him I gotta get some air.So he follows me out and I damn well projectile vomited between two cars -I can hear all these people goin' 'disgusting' and 'oh my' but I don't givea fuck basically.Naturally the bouncer won't let us back in the club so pissed as newts meand Van kinda roll down the street and even though I feel better because Ithrew up I'm startin' to.