You've Lost Your Mind

"I gotta go to the bathroom," Alan said quickly, excusing himself and leaving Austin and I in the kitchen. Mind you, I'm still only in a bra.
I began messing with my hair, like I always did when I was nervous. "So... My name's Mariah."
"Austin," murmured the tall man in front of me. "So...you guys didn't- did you?"
I shook my head, holding my hands up defensively. "Oh, hell no."
Austin let out a sigh of relief, finally raising his head to look at me. "Where's your shirt?" he asked shyly.
"Oh, it's um...somewhere. It is somewhere..." I murmured as I looked around. I spotted it behind the couch and ran over, slipping it over my head. "You can stop looking at my boobs now, Austin."
He let out a nervous, shaky laugh and twiddled his thumbs. "I wasn't looking directly at your boobs," he defended himself.
"So what's your role in you guys' band?" I asked, eager to change the subject.
Austin grinned, obviously much more fond of this subject. "I'm the lead yeller," he laughed.
I giggled softly. "Alan sure does take a long time to piss," I observed.
"He's probably in there masturbating," Austin assumed.
Just then I heard feet on the wooden floor. "You two think so poorly of me," Alan said, coming up behind me and slinging an arm around my shoulders.
Removing his arm from me, I stepped over to the fridge. "Alan, please tell Austin I'm not just some whore you found on the side of the road," I said, helping myself to a glass of orange juice from the fridge.
"Well I did find you on the side of the road," Alan said slyly.
I gave him a glare and he chuckled. "Actually, it was a coffee shop. And I got in trouble at work because I lured a ‘hoodlum’ into the workplace."
Alan and Austin busted out laughing, grins wide across their faces. "That is fucking hilarious," Alan said through fits of laughter.
"You're not the one who had to answer to my boss, Ashby."

Notes

Since I really needed to update but I don't have much inspiration, I'm doing this chapter in two parts. Please comment, vote, and subscribe! <3