Asher
"The f**k ?"
I jolted awake at a sharp elbow slamming into my ribs. It dug through my black hoodie and my leather jacket, so it had to be that long-limbed tosser, Alfred.
I sat up, growling. The dead hum of industrial engines buzzed in my ears. You'd think I would've gotten used to it by now. Spoiler alert: I hadn't.
Alfred pouted like a groupie and slapped his forehead with the back of his hand. "Oh, Ash, why don't you love me?"
"Because you have a c**k, no t**s, fart like you've consumed every rotten egg in America, and think Russell Brand is funny. The latter, by the way, is borderline criminal."
Alfred laughed and threw something at me-a blue guitar pick.
I picked it up from my crotch and slid it in my back pocket. "What do you want?"
"We're almost at the airport."
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