❝Calm your tits, man. You got your fucking dark roast latte with an extra shot of fuckboy all over my arm!❞
During an evening in May, Tasha Aquino finally acquires her chance at an adventure. However, it comes at a deadly price and her seemingly un...
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fifteen ◌ livin' on a prayer
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I could never get used to this: four drab walls, three antsy boys, and the strong odor of old seafood in my nostrils. For almost ten hours we had our asses planted in our seats, devising a flawless heist. The short fifty minute break we took to walk across the street to grab seafood and vegan gumbo for dinner was only a tease, and I was itching to spend some time outside.
Of course, it didn't help that the weekend party scene right outside of our windows was as boisterous as a frat orgy. The loud music reverberated against the walls, while the cheerful hollers of drunk people clouted my concentration. Even with the powerful essence of Cajun seasoning and crab meat enveloping the hotel room, nothing was as tenacious as the scent of alcohol and bad decisions.
"Niall, what are you doing there?" I narrowed in my brows as I gawked in confusion at the boy squatting behind the wall where the bathroom was.
"Shh," Niall pressed a finger to his lips, coercing me to keep silent.
I watched his movements for the next thirty seconds before bursting into laughter. The bathroom door swung open, and just as Harry stepped out, Niall let out a high-pitched shrill. His hand grasped onto Harry's ankle, causing the frightened boy to teeter. The scream that escaped the lips of the green-eyed scaredy-cat was extra as fuck.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You're an assfuck," Harry roared. He rubbed his chest with the palm of his hand as if ebbing his heart of its mini attack.
"Actually, Liam's the ass fucker," Niall retorted. His perpetual grin never faltered, too pleased with his scare tactics.
"When you're done being being children," Liam ridiculed with a scoff. "We're still balls deep in prep."
"Can we take a break?" Niall asked earnestly. "We've been at it for hours. My head is going to explode."
"Do you not understand the importance of this task? Because I'm not sure you do— all you think about is having a good laugh," Liam chided, slamming the stack of papers onto the desk with ire.
"What's wrong with a little fun to clear our heads? Our productivity levels are decreasing the longer we're in this fucking hotel room," Niall raged.
"Dude, he's right," I backed Niall up, earning an appreciative smile from him. "I of all people understand that completing this task with flying colors is of utmost importance to save my sister, but I'm about to jump out the window if I don't get a proper hour break."
"See, Tasha is in," Niall wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "What about you Harry? Tell me you're not craving an ice cold brew on tap."
A smile creeped up on Harry's face, "a strong IPA would be nice."
