Nov. 17th, 2003

Fic: Heat

Nov. 17th, 2003 10:26 am
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It's a hot beat, heavier than he's used to, but he thinks that perhaps he should be used to it. This is his sort of job, the kind he doesn't want but always seems to get.

It's not totally true. Sometimes he wants these jobs. And sometimes he wonders if he could ever have ended up here for real. Heavy music and heavy girls, one sharp and harsh, the other...the other more beautiful than anything he knows. Round and soft and sweet to fingers and tongue.

"Head up, boy!" A can of beer flies through the air; he catches it with uneasy grace.

He thinks about the call he'll have to make, soon, and- it's always this way- tries to swallow back the sour taste rising in his throat
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