Bad Turn Worse Page #2

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- You just going to leave all this money?

- Yup.

Sorry about my friend, he's... like I said,

he's had a awful lot to drink.

It's okay.

Did you want to join us?

You guys want anything?

I think we're probably good.

You don't actually have to give me

a blow job or anything. That's okay.

- I wasn't going to, so it's all good.

- Oh, great, sweet then.

- It's Bobby, right?

- Bobby, yeah.

Nice to meet you, Bobby.

How much did you spend today?

Hey, f*** money.

It's all about the memories, right?

Right?

These are a couple weeks...

that's all we'll have...

right?

What's with you, man?

What do you mean?

How come you didn't want to get

your dick wet earlier?

BJ.

No reason. Just... tired.

- That's all.

- And I'm tired, too.

Why don't we hit the bed?

I'll tell you what, Bobby, I'm not buying it,

I'm not buying it for one second.

I think... I think there's

something else at play here.

Like what?

Like somebody else.

Somebody keeping that dick of yours

on a tight leash.

Come on.

Well, it's definitely somebody, man.

And whoever he is, I mean,

he must be really, really special, right?

Is that it? Man, you saving yourself

for a nice little college boy?

All right.

Why don't we get you dried off

and into bed?

- Yeah, let's do that.

- Okay.

Okay, let's go.

- Good night, Bobby.

- Yeah, good night.

- See you tomorrow.

- Good night, Bob.

How much did you spend today?

Do you know what my daddy's

last words were?

Bang.

More of a sound than a word.

And technically, he didn't say it,

but he did make it, with his gun.

- Told me that one before.

- Yeah, several times.

But even if you hadn't,

I would've heard it just as many times

from everybody else.

Is that why you're leaving?

Because the town's so small.

It's because of my stories.

Honey, are they getting on your nerves?

No.

It's not like that, I just...

It just makes me sad, that's all.

Makes me sad, too. That's the point.

BJ...

God, you got to get over it.

Hey, you got to get over all that junk

you keep stored up in that head of yours.

Move on.

I mean, you stay on a bus long enough,

and you're liable...

Miss your stop.

Yes.

I've told you that before.

Yeah, several times.

I'm tired, I'm going to go to bed.

Rise and shine, turpentine.

Hey, goddamn you,

hitting my goddamn balls.

Listen, motherf***er, drops your c*cks,

and put on your socks, man.

- We're late for the f***ing party.

- Hey!

Hey, seriously, get up man. We got to go.

Giff's going to be pissed as f***, come on.

Lazy motherf***er, let's move.

Something I've been meaning to tell you,

something I didn't want to say

in front of Sue.

Yeah, what's that?

I didn't save up that money.

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