Page 65 of Demons Dig Donuts

“Ah ah, stay put,” Indy chided as he pulled himself to his feet. “You’ve already been cooking lots of stuff and I need a refill anyway—”

A bottle of Captain Morgan hundred proof, a can of Dr Pepper, and a glass full of ice appeared on the table.

“Fine.” Indy huffed. “I will sit down now.” He used his teeth to pop open the can, and he heard Mr. Heiss growl from somewhere. He looked up to find him now standing in the doorway. “What? You rip people’s heads off but that bothers you?”

Mr. Heiss scoffed. “Worried you’ll break a nail?”

“Yes, actually. And besides, teeth are tools.” Indy twanged the tab against his top teeth.

Mr. Heiss sighed loudly.

Indy smirked as he filled his glass and then added a healthy splash of rum.

“You two shush!” Gammy snapped. “I can’t hear Ru over your flirting!”

“Flirting?” Mr. Heiss growled indignantly.

“Please.” Indy kicked his plush feet at Mr. Heiss. “As if he’d know what to do with me.”

“Shush!” Gammy hissed.

Mr. Heiss rolled his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. He caught Indy’s eye and smirked.

“You know…” Indy took a sip of his drink and shrugged. “You could watch with us.”

“Excuse me?”

“The show. You could watch it with us.”

Mr. Heiss stared.

Indy scooted over to make room, patting the couch. “First, you bring your giant fuck face asshole ass over here and plant it. Then you turn off your brain and let the drag queens entertain you. We can take bets on who’s gonna win the Lip Sync For Your Life.”

“What the fuck is that?”

“Sit down and find out. But keep the bets clean, okay? None of your usual perverted shit. Gammy is right here.”

Mr. Heiss scoffed and rolled his eyes again, but he slowly walked over to sit beside Indy. He summoned a drink to his hand—more of the black swirly stuff he’d had before—scowling as he stared at the screen. “And what is happening right now?”

“Bob the Drag Queen is about to lip sync against Derrick Berry. Because they were both in the bottom, so they gotta do this to decide who stays in the competition.”

“What?”

“Just shut up and watch.”

Mr. Heiss deepened his scowl. “Why is there thunder?”

“It’s dramatic,” Indy whispered. “Now shut up.”

“It’s stupid.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Why is that one tearing up her dress?”

“Hush, just watch.”

“Isn’t that bad?”