Devil's Fall: Dust Bowl Devils MC - Plot & Excerpts
He was wearing his cut but no shirt and his jeans were wide open. The place was a mess, but it has been a mess to begin with so it was hard to tell what sort of damage has been done the night before. The chair was gone. One of the strippers was asleep on the desk, curled up with one arm dangling to the floor, snoring as loud as any man. He sat up with a groan and fixed his pants. Glasses of water lined the wall behind him in varying states of emptiness. Explains why this hangover isn't incapacitating, he thought, pinching the bridge of his nose. It was bad, but he'd had worse. "Hey," he grunted, slapping lightly at the girl's hand, sending it swinging back and forth. He couldn't remember her name. World's biggest asshole right here. "Mmm, Gunner," she said, smiling but keeping her eyes closed. "Why don't we go back to my place and finish what we started, baby." Trudy. The girl Jester had pointed him toward at the beginning of the night.
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