David yelled incoherently, and Mel’s face lit up as they high-fived each other.
“So, can you talk about it?”
“It’s going to be on theRolling Stonewebsite tomorrow.”
They froze, and stared. David found his voice first. “What?”
“Rolling Stone.”
“A rock band?” Mel canted his head.
“You may have heard of them.” I hauled in a breath, and let it out slowly. “I am the new drummer in Robot Servant.”
“What?” Mel screamed. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Melvin, keep your voice down,” David said. “There are other people in this building sleeping off their orgasms.”
I chuckled. “Yeah. Hush. I don’t want this really getting around yet.”
“Because they’re not putting on the website tomorrow,” David said, fluttering his eyes. “Is it really all official?”
I reached into the backpack I had managed to drop on my bed when I sat. My hand closed around the recording and touring contracts and pulled them out. The band’s logo was a splash page on the front.
Mel gasped.
“I have to sign all of this, and get it back to Hailey tomorrow. She said I just leave them at hers and Bryce’s place.”
Narrowing his eyes, Mel stared at me. “Bryce…”
“Boudin.”
David gasped this time. “Up Down Left Right?”
I nodded. “Yes. I auditioned on Taylor Dawkins’ drum kit. In the Dakota.”
The two of them exchanged astonished looks.
Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out my phone. “There’s pictures. If you want to see.”
“Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the camel, yes.” David snagged his boxers from the floor with his foot and somehow managed to slide them up as he slipped out from under the sheets. I marveled at him, and he laughed. “Ballet, gymnastic and pure fabulous drag queen, honey.”
I slapped a hand on his shoulder. “I like you so much more like this, David.”
“Me too.” His voice was quietly confident, and he tossed a look over at his mountain of a boyfriend.
Mel struggled to grab his boxers from the floor, and I shook my head, pointing to my crotch. “Dude. Samesies. Just get out of bed.”
“Fine,” Mel said, and threw the covers off.
I quickly adverted my eyes and stared at David. “Tell me you bottom.”
David giggled. “I’m not just a drag queen, baby. I’m a size queen too.”
I giggled along with him. Mel was hung, I’d always known that, but I hadn’t realized how hung until that moment. I held up hand up to David, and he completed my request for a high five.
“Hey, are we done high fiving over my junk? I want to see pictures.” Mel absolutely loomed over the two of us at six foot six.
“How the fuck did the two of you fit in that bed?” I asked, staring up at him. “No. Wait. Never mind. I seriously don’t want to know.”
