Hour 4; AKA part 18.
23:00 The Wall

Now if you are aiming to get to a club early, 11pm would be a good time to get going.

Such logic did not apply regarding the expulsion from the bar for starting a fight. So back out on the street, the dishevelled Miles and Alex were momentarily lost for where to go. Miles felt winded from the punch to the small of ( Read more... )

Hour 3; AKA Part 17
22:00 Cigarettes & Alcohol.

The third hour was more of a test.

First there were girls, and then there were boys with attitudes.

The flirting stated not with Miles and Alex initially, but with a couple of glances from down the bar. A gaggle of short shirted, vibrantly orange teens, were flicking their hair and obviously whispering ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

14 hours...a hard day's night
‘Jesus Miles, I don’t need anything extra in that department. Bloody hell, you could have minded me about that before !’ Alex was wide awake now, more vividly then he’d ever known, and Miles was right about feeling intensely horny. This was like taking his testosterone and ramping it up to 11, oh fucks knows…more even ( Read more... )

14 hours...a hard day's night
‘Jesus Miles, I don’t need anything extra in that department. Bloody hell, you could have minded me about that before !’ Alex was wide awake now, more vividly then he’d ever known, and Miles was right about feeling intensely horny. This was like taking his testosterone and ramping it up to 11, oh fucks knows…more even ( Read more... )

Lucky 13
‘Okay, so what will it do to me then ?’ Alex had finished his hair, and was back at Miles’s side.

‘Well, it gives you loads of energy; A massive buzz.’ Miles was cutting the powder into lines.

‘I thought you only did that with coke,’ pointed out Alex, peering at the procedure.

‘Nope. We snort this and we’re good to go. Only don’t keep sniffing ( Read more... )

Cause it's All or Nothing for me. AKA 12
He hadn’t expected the flat to look like this. It was actually, well…pretty tidy. Especially for a bloke. And Miles had even put proper curtains up unlike the stripey sheet Alex used back home. Guitars on stands, vinyl in their sleeves, and clean glasses for the wine. Clapping a hand to Al’s shoulder, Miles ( Read more... )

Legs 11.
Choosing a bottle of wine seemed particularly difficult and long-winded.  Not that they couldn’t choose, but more because Alex was picking up something from every shelf and making up grandiose claims about Vanish cleaner, or tagliatelle, or mimicking the old boy putting tinned peas up on the shelves.  Laughing like little kids, they picked ( Read more... )

Ten, with some major self deluding going on.
Taking the shirt to the counter, Alex fumbled around for his wallet, winking at the lass and trying to contain the buzz he felt from winding Miles up.

During this breathing space, Alex considered his feelings. Used to flirting with both men and women, and more often than not getting exactly what he wanted ( Read more... )

Wine and nine.
“You have a lovely odour Mr. Miles. Now put this crisp and fragrant new shirt on before the shop girl rings the coppers about you fucking me, in the changing room.”    His gaze flicked from the curve of Miles’s back to the mirror. “We still have wine to buy, and I need to wash my hair before you parade me about on the town”.

Stunned, ( Read more... )