A Broken Sixpence 16/?
Hour 2; AKA part 16
21:00
It was two hours into Alex’s first speed adventure.
He’d been glad of his duffel while they traversed the Liverpudlian streets, especially during the detours while Miles pointed out Beatle-related sights, but now in the bar we was sweltering. Clearly, the drug made him burn up and he came over a bit swoony. Slumping his head onto his friends’ shoulder, he was glad that Miles was happy to take his weight. Smirking to himself, he slipped a hand into the pocket of Miles’s trousers. He could feel Miles dip in to meet him, allowing him to stroke through the lining against his leg.
The crowd at the bar gave suddenly sending them both upright and to the bartop to finally order their drinks.
‘Still persisting in have booze are you?’ asked Alex, flashing a grin and wiggling his eyebrows, cigarettes for two balanced in his fingertips.
Alex drew himself up and blew a draft of air over his forehead and through his fringe. ‘I will indeed have a nice pint. Of the finest lemonade this establishment can offer me’. And he took the lit cigarette from Miles and began to enjoy himself.