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could try, not that it matters.
    Finn grabs my shoulder, and I open my eyes.
    “Come on, man. The set’s done.”
    “So is he,” River chortles. “What the fuck got into you tonight?”
    I look out at the crowd, see Madison smirk, and it pisses me off.
    “We done here, then?” I ask as I sway a little, taking my first step to get off stage.
    “Billy fucking Jeffers.” Memphis snorts, taking my other side. “That was one hell of a solo.”
    I shrug as I step off the stage.
    Everyone is standing at the bottom of the steps, looking at me.
    Xavier shakes his head. “Is there a problem we need to know about?”
    “Big problem,” I say as I push past them. “I have to piss.”
    “Billy, what’s going on?” Taelyn asks from behind me, but I ignore her.
    In the bathroom, I place one hand on the wall above the urinal, steadying myself as I unbutton my jeans and pull my semi-chub out. Then I proceed to take the longest piss in history. I shove it back in then wash my hands. Looking in the mirror, I splash some water on my face. I swear to God, I hear the band start up.
    I force myself out into the hallway and am met by Xavier, Taelyn, and Madison Black.
    “They start without me?” I ask, trying to get past them.
    “Hey, man, Madison is gonna take you home,” Xavier says, gripping my shoulder and steering me toward the door. “We’ll see you in the morning.”
    “Wait, Billy, is there something you’d like to talk about?” Taelyn interjects.
    “No,” I grumble, seeing Abe O’Donnell to my left. “I can finish the night,” I tell them.
    “We’re all good.” Abe nods. “The new bartender shouldn’t have over-served you.”
    “I’m not a child.” I scowl as we make our way through the crowd.
    Once outside, I see Madison’s little sports car at the curb. She doesn’t say shit as she gets in and starts up the car.
    “I’d rather take a fucking cab,” I say as Xavier opens the passenger side door for me.
    “She’s your cab tonight.” Xavier all but pushes me in the car then shuts the door behind me.
    “I’m perfectly capable of catching a cab, Madison.”
    “Just like you’re perfectly capable of walking out here by yourself.” She snickers.
    “I’d be a little less concerned with me and a little more concerned with yourself.”
    “Is that so?” she asks as she peels away from the curb.
    I grip the dash and groan as my stomach takes part in some sort of Olympic tumbling event. “Do you think you could at least try to drive like a normal human being?”
    “Say please, Billy,” she chides.
    The way she says it causes my jeans to shrink at least half a size.
    “I’ll say please when you look in the damn mirror before leaving your home.”
    “You seemed to be appreciative of my attire earlier,” she retorts like she is trying to get a rise out of me, and she fucking is.
    “Cock tease,” falls out of my mouth before I can even stop it, and to be honest, I really don’t care at this moment. It’s not like I haven’t thought it for months now.
    She wags her pinky at me. “Cock, huh? I was pegging you as a penis guy.”
    “How about you not worry ’bout what’s between my legs and worry more about trying to conceal what’s between yours.”
    “My, my, my, what big eyes you have,” she sings as she comes to a stop.
    “They don’t need to be big. Hell, I don’t even need 20-20 vision to see what you’ve been trying to give me for months.”
    “There’s where you’re wrong,” she says as she reaches down and pulls her heels off her feet then tosses them in the back. “I don’t give it away.”
    “You certainly seem to be trying. Every chance you get, you’re flashing me red, white, black, or purple scraps of silk or lace,” I say as she presses the accelerator.
    “You shouldn’t be looking.” She laughs as she zips through the streets.
    “Your driving is gonna make me sick,” I snap.
    “I am so sorry,” she says, but I know damn well she doesn’t mean it.
    She