<em>"The Kid" - Dean Logan - Ground Floor Room to Basement Lounge</em><br/><br/>He couldn't believe it. He absolutely couldn't believe it. He lay there, never having even managed a full erection, and he had already spilled in her mouth.<br/><br/>He could feel Orchid sliding alongside him, still feel her breasts against his arm, her nipples hard and pointed. Her fingers caressed his chest, gently, sending small electrical charges of pleasure throughout his system. Her warm body was pleasant enough, but all of her words to help him feel better, her offers to keep going...<br/><br/>It just made him so mad for some reason!<br/><br/>He grabbed her hand, pulling it from his chest as he sat up. He did his best not to look at her, to ignore her words. He grabbed his boxers from the floor, slipping them on before he grabbed onto his jeans beneath. As he zipped and buckled them back up he spotted his shirt, haphazardly strung against the bed post. He still tried his best to ignore Orchid as he slipped his shirt back on, grabbing his jacket. As he stepped out of the room he couldn't even bare to look at Big and Tall, his shame plastered all over his face. He stepped outside the door, planning to leave, feeling the cool night air wash over his face.<br/><br/>He didn't know how long he stood there, just staring at the ground. All of his hate for this town, his father, for women, for<em>everything</em>all boiling inside of him. He gripped his hands into a fist, closed his eyes, threw his head back and shouted to the Heavens as loud as he could. When he was done, his voice echoing throughout the night, bouncing off unseen objects and coming back to him, he sighed.<br/><br/>He turned back around. He didn't know why, couldn't figure out as he grabbed the handle and stepped back inside.<br/><br/>"Just needed some fresh air, y'know?" he muttered as he passed Big and Tall, not even looking at him. He walked right down the steps, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. His fingers grabbed the $20 and slammed it onto the bar, taking a seat.<br/><br/>"Give me something that'll take the hate away, Doc, and a lot of it," he muttered, eyes to the counter.