Sneak Peek #2 (Incubus Chapter 8) (Patreon)

You dig around in your pocket on the off chance there’s some change rattling around in there somewhere, enough for drinks, or at least a drink to share, when Flea stops you with a hand on your arm.

He leans in close and speaks into your ear, “Hey, I’m the one taking you out tonight. Go get us a booth?”

While he heads to the bar, you scan the club for a free seat. Managing to poach a booth just as the previous occupants head out, you sit and wait. The music pounds, the lights flash, and there’s little to watch but the mass gyration of the crowd around you.

• It’s almost nostalgic somehow.

  • This is where you and Flea met. It feels so long ago now.

• It’s Hell. This is Hell.

  • Why are you back here? How are you back here? Why is Flea doing this to you?

When he comes trotting away from the bar, drinks held proudly in his hands, you watch his whole face light up when he spots you. His mouth moves, sound swallowed by the noise around it.

Once he’s sat down next to you, he says again, closer, “Best seat in the house, babe. Good work.”

He puts the drinks on the table and your lips lift into a small smile. You hadn’t told him, but he got you exactly what you would’ve wanted.

• A cocktail to match his.

• A simple beer.

• A shot of the hard stuff.

• A soda.

• A bottle of water.