Russian Roulette

He simply smirked wildly. "...I'll keep that in mind. I'm going to go grab a beer." Winking at me, he walked out of the room. Yup...definitely a pro...

I finished packing and went down stairs, watching them stare at me, all with a beer in their hands. "...What...?!"

"We heard your little moan...Jimmy get you off or something?"

"...No!" I blushed, looking at him in horror.

He simply chuckled, raising his hands innocently. "I simply punished her for not getting ready fast enough!"

"Yeah, okay. And she likes punishment, obviously. Learn from these things, Jimbo."

"Oh, I'm learning a thing or two," He smirked, walking up to me. My bags were taken after he set his beer down. "Ready to go?" I nodded, blushing. "Come on, boys. Babe, do you want me to drive?"

"...I'll drive to Ash's house," I managed to say, "I don't think you know where it is."

"Can't say I do," He admitted, chuckling. "...Johnny's pick, by the way."

"I...I kind of figured..." I chuckled, watching them file out of the house, their arms filled with beer.

"...You know what I don't understand?" He asked, walking with me as we headed out the door. "...Where the hell they're going to fit all that beer."

"I don’t know... don’t ask me," I giggled, locking the door behind me. I got inside the truck, waiting for Jim to get in. He was putting my bags in the back and trying to sort out the beer.

"...Look who's in love with the drummer already," Syn teased, snickering at me.

"Two drummers bang better, what can we say?" Jimmy laughed, getting in the passenger's seat.

"Guitarists finger better!" Zacky and Syn said in unison.

"...Vocalists deep throat better," Matt burst out laughing. Johnny simply stayed quiet, shaking his head.

"Matt, who are you deep throating; Jimmy?!" Syn laughed.

"Myself and my fucking horse cock!!" He laughed.

"...Ew..." I made a face, driving towards Ash's house.