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Deep breath. In. Out. Open right hand, clench shut. Open, clench. Faster, faster. Slower, slower.

Fuck this is happening too often.

" Need another shot?" I hear Max say with a side eye already sliding some pink....thing at me.

"When do I not?" Trying to sound lighter and convincing then I need to be around him.

Looking down at the pink liquid " I'm sorry do I look like someone who drinks bitch drinks?" I say downing it anyways

"Im calling it the y/n sparkle" max says hopefully

" Oooooh to match my eyes. Flirting will get you nowhere good sir" I say trying to stay light.

"One day you will give in. Im just too cute." Max says trying his best to not sound as desperate as he clearly is.

With a sad smile I just say " haha maybe one day keep dreaming green eyes and keep them coming I guess I'm on in 45 before I have to deal with Reese."

Max looks down disapprovingly " mmhmm"

Five more y/n sparkles later and I go to check my bag. Full of the meds from my doctor that I don't take and the cash from that last job should be enough for Reese. I know the deal. Sing a few songs till the drunks get comfortable to sing on their own then I can go in the back to Reese. He gets what he wants and I get my quiet. No more noise. No more voices. Feelings. Tingles.

Fuck I need another shot.

"MAX! One more before I go on" I shout but hes already sliding it down. I down it and head to the stage.

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