Rider smiled at Rex. "I won't fuck your cousin if you only fuck George on camera," he promised. If they both owed the other something, they couldn't break their word. He looked down at the blood and glass in his hand. "I guess I probably need to do something about this."
***
Rider had stitches in his hand and it was all wrapped in bandages and they'd given him some drugs even though he didn't really need them. Only a couple pills for the first day or so, but still. He was a Macnair, not a pussy.
He'd ended up spending the night at Rex's place and woke up with his head still fuzzy from whatever IV they'd hooked him up to while they stitched his hand, alone in his room, but with the smell of fried meat somewhere in the distance. "Rex?" Rider called, flopping over onto his back. "Rex-fast?"
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