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Recently nominated, and recipient of a musical award, was found with his pants around his ankles.
ON STAGE.
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Chapter Thirty
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LeadguitaristofAsAbove found on stage with his dick out.
Finland Montgomery has refused to make a statement to the public, but the public wants to know.
Is this as serious as known Roadie, Doll, and what does Doll think about someone stepping on her turf with the man?
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Chapter Thirty-One
Toby
Thelightfeelingofbeing perpetually buzzed leaves me floating on a cloud of numbness that I’ve long ago preferred as my permanent state of being.
Everything is better with whiskey.
It’s easy, cures everything, and the rest you just don’t remember.
So when my best friend and brother shows up to the bus with that look in his eye—the one that begs for relief from the world—I hand over the bottle I’ve been nursing.
I know the world has tilted on its axis when Fin accepts the bottle, takes a long pull and swipes across his mouth with the back of his liquor holding hand. Couldn’t recall a time he didn’t reject a drink right before a show.
“Who ate your Wheaties?” I ask and eye the man.
“Wheaties are fucking gross.”
“Uh-huh.” I nod—I think—and reach to take the whiskey back from the lead guitarist. But I miss. Or maybe he moves away faster than I make it to him. Because that just seems to be our thing now, him moving fast and leaving me behind. “So, it’s about the chick?”
“Shut up, Toby,” Fin growls and kidnaps my bottle to go sit and brood on the couch with a huff. “Did you see the fucking picture, too?”
“All over the internet, my man.” I purse my lips, the hair of my mustache tickling my upper lip as I tilt my head to the tablet left set up on the table. “Who is she?”
Fin’s chin drops to his chest, the frame of him bowed in more than normal as he mumbles. “Maybe they’ll be able to find her.”
I think.
“What?”
“Just get fucking drunk with me, yeah?”
“Done, brother.”
Considering I was already on my way to plastered when Fin walked in, it doesn’t take long after I settle into the couch with him to get his lips loose and moving without any help from me.
