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Billy Hargrove, 20

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[otherbitches]

What the fuck?

[ IGGY. ]

[dead_tongue]

What?

You always look all dreamy when you come back to the room after you've seen her! And she's good for you.

[otherbitches]

What's thatsupposed to mean?

It's chill. It's casual. [ No it's not. It's deranged and intense. ]

[dead_tongue]

Exactly what I said.

Uh huh. Sure it is. Don't lie to me, I see you all the time.

[otherbitches]

What do you mean 'good for me'? You sound like my— [ eh. ] a mom.

And that was just my nut face. Nothing more.

[dead_tongue]

I mean she makes you happy, and she challenges you.

Billy. I've seen your nut face. Up close.

[otherbitches]

Oh yeah. Challenges me every hour. Real ball and chain.

Yeah. Same face, right?

[dead_tongue]

I think it's sweet.

Not even remotely.

Billy. You're one of my closest friends, and I say this with love: don't be a fucking moron. If you've found someone special to your heart? Tell them. You never know if it will be your only chance.

[otherbitches]

[ ......the minutes pass, Billy's voice absent, like he's steadfastly wandered away from this conversation, but: ]

I don't really do that.

[dead_tongue]

You can, though. If you want to.

Look. I've passed on... God. Countless messages to people. And it's always the things they wished they'd said while they were alive.

I won't tease you about it anymore. But you can talk to me, if you want to.


...and you have to show me your nipples.

[otherbitches]

[ He's reserved about it; doesn't really know what to do about it; doesn't know how to handle feeling like this. Let alone in fucktown where everyone has a fuck ton of feelings about a fuck ton of others.

It's big. Then he laughs. ]

You coming back to the room tonight?

[dead_tongue]

Yeah. I've been sleeping like shit, though, I warn you. So sorry if I'm tossing and turning.

I have a proposition for you, too.

[otherbitches]

It's fine, I'll tie you down if you kick.

Yeah?

[dead_tongue]

Promises, promises.

Yeah.

You wanna get tied up and bitten by two extremely sexy vampires and then fucked so good you'll be in bed for a week? No pressure, I won't be offended if you say no.

[otherbitches]

I— [ If Billy knew dial-up noises, he'd recognize that's what his brain's doing right now. ]

Have you been talking to Munson or is there another vampire that wants my asshole?

[dead_tongue]

It's Eddie. I have a crush on him. Plus he taught me how not to kill you! Don't be mad, he didn't know that was my motivation.

I let him tattoo me, it's super cute.

[otherbitches]

[ Billy clears his throat. Really, REALLY loudly: ]

You've got a crush on Eddiieeeeeeeeee, you've got a crush on Eddiieeeeeeeeee....

[dead_tongue]

I do! He's so nice to me! It's not quite as embarrassingly all consuming as my crush on John, but it's pretty bad.

[Sorry, Billy, it doesn't work on the shameless.]

So! You interested in being our hot little Capri Sun?

[otherbitches]

If you have a big disgusting crush on him, wouldn't you rather....... be in the middle?

[ He's not saying no. ]

[dead_tongue]

I mean, yeah, obviously that's a fantasy of mine, but I also wanna snowball your blood!

[otherbitches]

[ SNOWBALL HIS BLOOD??? ] Yeah okay.

So, you vant to suck my blud. What else?

[dead_tongue]

Really?!? Yay! Billy, you're so good to me!

I mean, I vant to suck your dick pretty much any time of day, duh.

[otherbitches]

And I'm pretty grateful for how regularly you vant to suck my dick, but, yeah.

I liked... what you did before. [ Said slowly, thoughtfully, still hard to say: when you gay fucked me in public. ] I'm curious now.

Didn't realize Munson taught you.

[dead_tongue]

You're hot and you're my friend. You get extra special privileges.

Yeah? Good. I was a little mean to you, but... you were really just so beautiful.

Mmhmm. He was the only other vampire I knew of, so I tracked him down and he choked me and railed me onstage and then we went backstage and he showed me how to not kill people! I was mad at you but not mad enough to actually hurt you.

[otherbitches]

[ He preens under the praise, even under his ingrained, often-present discomfort. It lessens day by day, and he feels a little something too— jealousy? No. Not exactly. But, a little twinge of something. ]

Appreciate it. I'd kind of been a bit of a bastard.

You two talk about me?