the art of falling for you (bxb)

fourteen - hendrix's kink

the art of hendrix's kink

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Kareem, as promised, woke himself up at five am to drop me at the Bakery. I was still pretty elated following our discussion last night. Whenever my thoughts wandered, my stomach would flutter as if it was filled to the brim with butterflies dedicated solely to him.

The morning rush had passed quickly and everything began to slow down around Midday. I'd given Bodhi the time off so he could go and meet his sister in Brooklyn, and Sacha was apparently busy annoying Art students into creating a cover for the Demo CD. I was busy cleaning the tables up when the bell rang, almost groaning audibly when I realized who was entering.

I'd like to note that Hendrix showing up at the bakery with a hangover to gloat was a rare occurrence but then I'd simply be a liar.

So, as usual, the green-haired troll stumbled through the door with the largest pair of sunglasses that I swear I've ever seen on her face and her girlfriend guiding her to a chair as if she was simply incapable of doing so herself.

Drunk Hendrix might be the nice Hendrix, but hungover Drix is the person you avoid until the hellfire ceases. In fact, hungover Hendrix should come permanently with a hazard sign so all those who value their lives should avoid it at all costs.

So yeah, this part was never fun for me.

Hendrix's morning usually came in steps.

Step 1: Self pity.

"I'm never drinking ever again." She groaned, slamming her forehead down onto the table loud enough that the other customers started to stare. "This is your fault."

"Hendrix, you know that throwing a party every time I'm busy isn't a good idea."

Then maybe you should spend more time with your girlfriend then.

"You're scaring the customers away." I said, dropping into the chair facing them. "And at least it was a fun night. It's a shame you couldn't make it, Aaliyah."

For a split second, I watched how her jaw tightened before her expression evened out. She plastered a smile onto her face, "I'll try not to miss the next party my girlfriend has."

"Shut your holes before my head explodes." Hendrix muttered into the table, hair sprayed across the wood. She lifted her head and hit it again. "God, I hate my life. This is never happening again. I'm retiring."

Step 2: Smugness.

"Which reminds me," She pulled her head up, a smirk curving her lips up. "At least I'm not working. How busy has it been?"

"It's pretty quiet, in all fairness." I mused as if I was bored, checking my nails and crossing one leg over the other. "We had a few Instagram Vloggers in before and they wanted to photograph everything but that's it really."

Her smirk dropped. Point to me. "Including you?"

"Check my tagged posts." I sniggered as her eyes narrowed. "I've gained about three hundred followers so far on my personal, a couple more on the Bakery's page."

"You're fired."

Snorting out a laugh, I hunched over as my shoulders shook. "Shouldn't I be saying that to you? Ditching work for the lure of alcohol. Doesn't sound very responsible to me, Drix."

"Blame Jem," She mumbled, rubbing at her temples. "They suggested making Jello Shots. We both know that I can't handle them."

"And who actually ended up making them?" I pushed, already knowing the answer. "Jem's never perfected the art of the kitchen."