"Who is that," whispered Craig wondering what he was suppose to do. Someone was downstairs on their way up.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of it," Kadan said sliding in to his jeans.
"What shall I do?"
"Hide in the closet for now." Kadan kept his voice low and tossed Craig some clothes and told him to hide behind the curtain of the makeshift closet by the restroom.
"What?" Craig frantically covered himself.
"Just do it." Kadan whispered back, and Craig didn't have much choice in the matter while trying to race into some briefs without shaking the curtains. These weren't even his briefs. He didn't have time to worry who's they were.
So there he was peaking through the shadows of the tie-dyed curtains. There was woman well enough to be his grandmother at the top of the steps giving Kadan a kiss. Craig cringed. Kadan gingerly kissed her back and took whatever it was she had in her hand in his mouth.
Craig so wanted to burst out of the curtains and make a scene, but he didn't. He waited. He listened. They talked over some business about gigs coming up and if he'd be willing to travel next week to a festival a few counties away.
"Bye, luv, " she said with a kiss on the cheek, "Let me know if you find anymore rats now, babe."
"Rats?" Craig motioned with his mouth. "Babe?" What was he getting himself into?
Finally she was gone. Craig waited for the door to shut before he came out of the curtain.
"All right mate, what gives?" They seriously needed a heart to heart about this matter.
"Mates?" Kadan squinted, "I'm pretty sure we're past that." Kadan smirked.
"Was that your Mum?" Craig remained even lip. This wasn't a laughing matter.
"No," Kadan sighed. "I'm not sure I have a name for it. Manager, me thinks she think, but um, she slept with Paul McCartney in 1972."
"God, she's old." Craig scratched the back of his head. "You think he remembers her?"
"Doubt it." Kadan cracked up laughing.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of it," Kadan said sliding in to his jeans.
"What shall I do?"
"Hide in the closet for now." Kadan kept his voice low and tossed Craig some clothes and told him to hide behind the curtain of the makeshift closet by the restroom.
"What?" Craig frantically covered himself.
"Just do it." Kadan whispered back, and Craig didn't have much choice in the matter while trying to race into some briefs without shaking the curtains. These weren't even his briefs. He didn't have time to worry who's they were.
So there he was peaking through the shadows of the tie-dyed curtains. There was woman well enough to be his grandmother at the top of the steps giving Kadan a kiss. Craig cringed. Kadan gingerly kissed her back and took whatever it was she had in her hand in his mouth.
Craig so wanted to burst out of the curtains and make a scene, but he didn't. He waited. He listened. They talked over some business about gigs coming up and if he'd be willing to travel next week to a festival a few counties away.
"Bye, luv, " she said with a kiss on the cheek, "Let me know if you find anymore rats now, babe."
"Rats?" Craig motioned with his mouth. "Babe?" What was he getting himself into?
Finally she was gone. Craig waited for the door to shut before he came out of the curtain.
"All right mate, what gives?" They seriously needed a heart to heart about this matter.
"Mates?" Kadan squinted, "I'm pretty sure we're past that." Kadan smirked.
"Was that your Mum?" Craig remained even lip. This wasn't a laughing matter.
"No," Kadan sighed. "I'm not sure I have a name for it. Manager, me thinks she think, but um, she slept with Paul McCartney in 1972."
"God, she's old." Craig scratched the back of his head. "You think he remembers her?"
"Doubt it." Kadan cracked up laughing.
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