“I know. You seem the type. He’s got class and rehearsal tomorrow at ten.”
“Duly noted,” Ellis said.
“See you then, Romeo,” Medea said, and she ran fingers through Bryn’s hair. He tried to get away from her touch and found himself lifted off his feet and unceremoniously cradled in Ellis’s arms.
“Put me the f**k down!”
“It was nice to meet you,” Ellis said to Medea.
“You too, handsome.”
Ellis laughed and began to walk, and when Bryn struggled, Ellis held him tighter. It became clear rather quickly that Ellis outmatched a drunken Bryn in sheer strength, and Bryn didn’t fancy a broken rib.
“Kill me,” Bryn moaned, head falling backward over Ellis’s arm.
“Keep mixing meds and drink like that, and I won’t have to,” Ellis commented.
“It’s just ‘cause I needed sleep.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“I don’
