Kiko wouldn’t respond to his texts. Dom was bored and irritated. After the burger Travis insisted on ordering a shitty dessert so he could keep drinking. He was on his fourth beer and Dom wanted badly to get back home, crawl into bed, and hold Kiko until he felt better.
Srsly, he texted, but Kiko didn’t respond to that any more than he had to Dom’s texts moaning of his boredom, or speculating the murders, or his offers of oral when he got home. He was beginning to worry. When he called, the line was busy.
“Another?” asked the waitress as she cleared away the dessert plate.
“No thanks, we’re off,” said Dom, pulling out his wallet to pay. Travis glared at him as he handed her the card without even waiting for the bill.
“It’s not even nine yet,” said Travis.
“And I work tomorrow. If it’s
