Sinners On Tour 01 Backstage Pass Read Free

her conservative suit.
    “Total y unnecessary. I’m always loose.”
    “You don’t look loose.” He fingered the top button of her jacket. It just happened to be situated directly between her breasts. This guy was trouble with a capital T.
    Must. Avoid. Hot. Vocalist.
    “Looks can be deceiving.” She twisted away from him to look up at the waitress and break the contact between their knees.
    Sed chuckled. “Somehow, I believe that in your case.” To the waitress, he said, “Two waters, please.”
    “Oh, I just need one.”
    “The other one is for Brian.”
    Myrna flushed. “Of course.”
    The waitress set a glass of water before her. Myrna gazed towards the men’s restroom and hoped Brian would be okay. He hadn’t looked wel at al . And she’d much rather concentrate on him instead of Mr. Player here, who was currently rubbing his knuckles against the side of her knee. When his fingers found their way under the hem of her skirt, her eyes widened and she shifted sideways a few more inches. Trey looked safe lounging across from her, sucking on his red lol ipop. Maybe she should move to the other side of the table. She lifted her glass of water to her mouth.
    Sed squeezed her knee. Myrna choked and reached beneath the table to remove his hand from her leg. Undeterred, he leaned closer. She got the feeling this guy wasn’t used to being rejected.
    “Would you like to go upstairs with me?” Sed whispered into her ear, his nose brushing against the side of her neck as he lowered his head.
    “Uh…”

Chapter 2
    Brian flushed the toilet and leaned against the stal door. He pressed the back of his wrist against his mouth and swal owed several times to fight his nausea.
    No good.
    He rushed forward and vomited into the toilet again. One day he would learn the limit of his alcohol tolerance. Apparently, today wasn’t the day.
    “Dude, do you need me to hold your hair for you?” Eric cal ed from outside the stal . He snickered.
    “Fuck you,” Brian gasped, and threw up again.
    “That’s a lot of perfectly good beer you’re wasting.”
    “If you want it, come get it.”
    Brian leaned against the cool, metal partition and flushed the toilet with his foot. He stood there for a moment and final y decided he felt wel enough come out of the stal .
    Eric looked at him hopeful y. “Better?”
    Brian nodded slightly.
    “You’ve gotta stop letting chicks get to you.”
    Tel him something he didn’t know.
    Brian moved to the sink and rinsed his mouth with water several times before glancing in the mirror. Bloodshot eyes. Pale and waxy skin. He ran a hand over his slack face. “God, I look like shit.”
    “I don’t notice any difference.”
    Brian held up the three centermost fingers of his right hand. “Read between the lines, asshole.”
    Eric looked more puzzled than usual. “I never learned to read.”
    “Here, let me help you.” Brian bent his ring finger and index finger down, leaving his middle finger extended. “Do you know sign language?”
    “Nope. Sorry.” Eric punched him in the arm, thumbed his nose, and punched him again. Brian knew he’d feel those in the morning. Eric never held back in his blows. “You ready to go back? You sure made an ass of yourself in front of that classy babe.”
    “Thanks for the reminder.” Luckily, Brian probably wouldn’t remember any of it tomorrow.
    “Come on. Let’s go.”
    “What’s your rush?” Brian asked.
    “How often do you get to hang out with a sophisticated sexpot like her?”
    “Besides last night when I boned your mom?”
    “Dude, if I had a mom, I might take offense.”
    Brian scowled. Why had he said that? Being drunk was no excuse. “Sorry, man. I didn’t mean…” He rubbed his face vigorously with both hands. “Fuck.”
    “If we don’t hurry back, Sed wil be al over that sweet piece of ass.”
    Brian splashed some cool water on his face. “Yeah, so what’s new?” Sed was al over every sweet piece of ass.
    “It’s total y