℠ - Slam my muse against a wall after my muse has been avoiding your muse to ask them what’s going on
Kit’s body hit the wall behind him hard enough to rattle his brain a little. His mouth opened on instinct and a heavy breath was released from him. With it, all the air in his lungs drifted away. It most likely reeked of bourbon. He’d just spent the past four hours looking for himself at the bottom of a bottle in a ‘how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop’ kind of way.
“What is your deal??” Georgie’s voice barked, her cinnamon eyes trained on bright blues. Her teeth gritted as a smile rose up on her friend’s face.
“’S kinda hot when ya get aggressive like th—” He couldn’t even get it out before his body was slammed once more against the wood behind him. Kit choked, eyes pinched as his head lulled forward from the way it’d just collided with the wall.
Georgie’s grip on his shirt didn’t lighten up. “Cut the shit. Where have you been??”
Kit didn’t respond this time. He, instead, chose to let his head continue to droop, an exhausted look peering up at Georgie under heavy eyelids and thick eyelashes. This persisted for several seconds until the woman sighed. “Let’s get you home.”
