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“You know that I’m standing right here, right?” Courtland rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t have a problem with Linc. We just—uh—I don’t even know. Forget about it. We’re cool though.”
Amethyst walks over, handing Courtland a beer with a sympathetic smile. She wraps her hand around his bicep, giving him a squeeze as they speak in silence, using their eyes only. I only know the small amount that Killian told me about the two of them, but it’s apparent that Amethyst knows more about their history than I do.
With the elated mood that I’m in, the way that I’m floating in the clouds, I just want everyone to get along. There’s enough space here for all of us and we can just be. The past is the past and sometimes it’s better to just let it reside there.
We all settle down on the couch and Killian heads into the kitchen, grabbing the two of us each a beer. I’ve never been much of a beer fan, but I’ll drink whatever at this point. I don’t want to sound like too much of a junkie and jump right into everyone pumping their systems full of some dope, but that will come eventually in the night.
Everybody settles into comfortable conversation as Courtland flicks on the TV turning on some bullshit movie. No one really pays attention to it, using it more as background noise. Killian gets up to grab us all a fresh beer and everyone pops open their bottles and drains half of their drinks in one sip.
The beer isn’t really cutting it and it doesn’t take long for the party to really start to kick in.
“So, you guys trying to have some fun tonight?” Courtland asks with a smirk as he pulls his backpack up onto the couch and unzips it. “I just re-upped, so I literally have anything that you could possibly want.”
My mouth waters, knowing that he has more of that Fentanyl that I got a taste of the other night.
“I’m going all out tonight.” Amethyst smiles before glancing over at me. “You ever done a speedball?”
“Amethyst, no.” Killian’s voice is low and demanding. “She’s not fucking with that shit.”
“Oh, come on.” Amethyst rolls her eyes at him as Courtland starts lying various baggies on the table. “Don’t be a fucking buzzkill, Kill. She’s fine, look at her. She can make that choice herself and she deserves to have some fun too.”
Killian looks at Courtland for backup, but Courtland just shrugs. “I’m not in this shit, man. I’m just the one who brought the party favors. You guys can figure that shit out.”
I look around the room at all of them as the front door opens. “Is someone going to tell me what a speedball is?”
“Did someone say speedball?” Lincoln’s voice is loud as he slams the door shut behind him. “Hell fucking yes. I haven’t fucked with that shit in a minute.”
Lincoln comes into the living room area and drops down on the couch, sandwiching himself between Amethyst and Courtland. It’s a weird mood and I stare at him with a perplexed look as he presses his thighs against both of theirs.
“And who are you?” He smirks, turning his head to look at Amethyst.
“Amethyst.” She smiles back at him, licking her lips as her eyes scan him from head to toe. “You must be Lincoln. I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Oh, have you?” He pauses, glancing at Court from the corner of his eye. “I’m sure it was nothing good. Hate to break it to you, pretty girl, but I’m not one of the good ones,” he tells her with a wink.
She looks past him, looking directly at Courtland. “The good ones aren’t my type, anyway.”
“So, what is your type then?”
Amethyst directs her gaze back at Lincoln. “The same as yours.”
There’s a shift in the air and the sexual tension is so thick, but I can’t tell where exactly it’s coming from. That shit escalated quickly, but it usually does with any one of those three. No one here seems to have a filter and they lay it all out in the open.
I feel like I’m interrupting something intimate, but then again, they did decide to have this conversation in front of Killian and I. “So, about those speedballs....” My voice trails off as I break through the tension.
“Ainsley, no,” Killian warns and I feel his eyes burning holes into the side of my face as I look at the three across from us expectantly.
“It’s when you mix either coke or meth with heroin and shoot it,” Lincoln explains with a sinister look in his eyes. “It’s the fucking best, but I try to only treat myself with that shit occasionally because that shit’s deadly.”
“Don’t be dramatic.” Amethyst rolls her eyes. “You’re not gonna die, you just gotta be responsible when you do it and make sure that your mixture isn’t too potent.”
“Oh, so you recommend she starts doing it regularly?” Linc challenges her.
Amethyst narrows her eyes. “No, but doing it once in a while isn’t going to kill her.”
“How about you two assholes stop encouraging her and let her decide?” Courtland interjects. “And we’re not mixing that shit with meth, fuck that.”
“I see someone’s still got to be the square in the group,” Linc sneers, pushing his shoulder into Court’s. “Here I thought it was going to be Killian since he seems to have his balls in a vise.”
