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stars,” he said, raising his eyebrows.
    I nodded and at the same time we sang out, “Suck-and-fuck!”
    Pax guzzled back a beer and wiped his mouth. “Jag, why the hell did you dedicate a song to that bitch?”
    Jag shrugged. “To embarrass her.”
    Pax stumbled over toward us, laughing, as he swiped his hand over his short hair to flick sweat onto Jag.
    “Get the hell away from me, fucker.” Jag shoved Pax and he fell back, tripping over one of the tables and crashing onto the floor. “I don't want your sweat all over me.”
    I nudged Pax with my shoe as I went to the couch. He swatted at my leg as he got up and walked across the room.
    Jag dragged out three lines using his pick, then he handed me a straw.
    Stone plopped down on the couch, a mischievous grin curving over his mouth. “Sometimes I don't know who's the bigger whore, you or Jag.” He turned and pointed at Pax. “Hey, dickhead, get me a beer, would you?”
    Pax slammed the fridge shut, the glasses inside clinking together. “I'm not your fucking bitch. Get it yourself.”
    Stone tossed his head back and groaned. “God, you are such a whiny asshole sometimes, Pax.”
    “Paxton is always a bitch,” Jag bellowed before snorting another line.
    Glaring at Jag, Pax moaned, “Shut the fuck up, before I punch you in the face.”
    Jag smirked and wiped the residue from under his nose. “Okay, Paxton. Sure. When you grow a pair of big boy balls, I'll let you deck me right in the face.” He leaned back on the couch and groaned. “Dipshit.”
    Pax mumbled something under his breath and popped open his beer.
    I found sick amusement in the mutual hatred between Jag and Pax. For as long as I could remember, Jag had despised him. The first time Stone had brought Pax over, Jag called him a bitch, and at the time Pax had only been fourteen. I swear, tears bubbled up on his gimpy-looking face, and from that moment on, Jag saw a weakness and he went crazy with it. Of course, I had to jump on board with my best friend. We’d spent ten years torturing the guy for own sick pleasure.
    Stone stood up and shrugged. “Anyway, Rush, I love that you always find time to make out with some random chick on stage. I think it really gives the fans a reason to fight over who gets to be in the front.” He turned his can up, loudly gulping back beer.
    I shoved Jag over, sat down, leaned over a line, and sniffed it back. “Yeah,” I laughed, as the gritty powder trickled down my throat. “I figure they worked really hard to get up there, the least I could do is ram my tongue down their throats. I'm just a fucking sweetheart, aren't I?”
    Jag punched me in the arm. “Better do it then. After the show you'd just be licking my jizz off their mouths.”
    All the guys laughed, then Jules banged on the door. “Are you guys coming or not? I can't stand out here with these dumb bitches any longer!”
    “Yeah, yeah, Tink. Get your fucking fist outta your cunt, would you?” Jag groaned as he got up from the couch.
    Pax crumpled his beer can before tossing it on the floor. He let out a deafening belch and walked toward the door. “Come on, men. Let's head back to the whore room, shall we?”
    The rubber soles of our boots clomped down the hallway. We made as much noise as possible. If the girls could hear us coming, it got their nerves worked up sooner, and that made the entire ordeal more fun.
    At the end of the hallway Jules was propped against the door, and my eyes were glued to her the entire time I walked toward her.
    When we reached her, she pushed away from the wall and stuck her arm out, blocking us from the room where the extra privileged fans were waiting. “Don't be jerks, okay? Don't get us sued. Just bust your nuts, make their night, and let's get the fuck outta here. I am so ready to get home.” Her eyes made a quick dart over to me before focusing on the rest of the guys. “I’m gonna have to spend enough time with you assholes over the next few months, I don’t