Posted at 7:33 am on Aug 16, 2016 by:
Sheri Stull
Some doors were not meant to be opened.
“I’m not even going to go down that dusty road with that lunatic.” Sheri whispered back. “We should probably go ahead and get in bed. Maybe he’ll take the hint and go fuck off to the car or something.”
Deadblood couldn’t argue with that logic, there was only one bed and if he and Sheri went ahead and claimed it Red would be forced to choose a different place to retire for the night. Quickly stripping down to her shirt and panties, Sheri chucked her empty beer can and slid under the covers, followed closely by Deadblood.
Their timing couldn’t have been better, as a loud flush signalled Red’s return.
“You guys already calling it a night? I figured you two were nightowls, but I guess not! Well scoot over then, and we’ll see if we can’t get up early enough to go score some free donuts from the lobby or whatever.” Red belched, as the bathroom door swung open haphazardly. Deadblood shot Sheri an incredulous look.
“Scoot over? Wait, wait. Look Red, I know this isn’t the best of circumstances, and the accomodations leave quite a bit to be desired but you can’t possibly have thought you’d be bunking up with US tonight.” Deadblood reasoned, as Red began to pout.
“I think I saw an extra blanket in the back seat. Maybe you should go check. It’s pretty good weather to sleep under the stars. Who knows, maybe you’ll like it.” Sheri said, as she squirmed closer to Deadblood.
“You can’t possibly be serious! I can’t just go sleep outside!” Red returned, gesturing towards the door. “That’s a FANTASTIC way to get a PI, if you two didn’t know. Trust me, I know! You want heat on us?”
Sheri paused, weighing his words. He was right. Sleeping outside would attract plenty of attention, especially as drunk as the man was. No, that wouldn’t work.
“Back seat maybe?” Deadblood ventured. Red shook his head again.
“Nope. Sleeping it off in a parked car doesn’t look too good either.”
“FINE,” Sheri huffed, pointing to the floor by the bed. “What about the floor? That’s inside. No attracting the attention of local law enforcement there.”
“No way, I have a bad back!” Red whined, clutching at his lumbar melodramatically. “All that wrestling really messed me up! If I sleep down there I’m going to be USELESS tomorrow! Besides, what if one of you steps on me in the middle of the night? I’m not trying to freak either one of you out or anything but that’s NOT the kind of thing I’d react very well to, especially being woken up that way! I have certain reflexes, you know!”
Sheri looked at Deadblood helplessly. Even if she didn’t buy Red having disabling back pain for a single moment, he did have yet another valid point. She didn’t want to step on him in the night and have him suddenly rear up with a broken bottle in a drunken stupor.
“Okay Red. What do YOU suggest, seeing as you shot down all of our ideas?” Deadblood ventured, already knowing the answer and inwardly cringing.
“Look, it’s a huge bed. You’ll never even know I’m here. Just scoot over and let me in. I’ll be a perfect gentleman, I swear.” Red gave a wide smile, something that didn’t set either of the two at ease.
“Fine. But some ground rules first.” Deadblood said, pushing Sheri over further to the left side of the bed protectively. “I’m in the middle. You so much as breathe on her, and your bad back is going to be the least of your worries, because you’ll need a fucking wheelchair when I’m done with you. “
“No need to be so aggressive about it, jeez. I got it. I won’t even LOOK at her.” Red grumbled, climbing into bed beside Deadblood.
“You’d better fucking not,” Sheri hissed, shooting an icy glare in Red’s direction. “Forget a wheelchair, you’ll need six men to carry you out if you do!”
