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“You know what they say about cherry stems?”
Hangman’s looking at him, twirling a cherry by its stem between his fingers. Rooster tracks the movement through the haze of drunkenness.
“Of course,” Rooster grins. “Do you believe it?”
“Not just believe it. I have evidence.”
Rooster raises an eyebrow. “Then show me.”
Hangman holds the cherry still, hanging between them. Rooster leans forward, wrapping his lips around the fruit and pulling. Hangman watches him, smirking softly. When Rooster pulls back, he winks.
“If I can get this stem into a knot before you spit out that pit, you’re coming home with me,” Hangman says, and then sticks out his tongue to lay the stem on it.
Rooster doesn’t answer, but slows his chewing, watching Hangman work his tongue. Just ten seconds later, Hangman’s presenting his tongue, a tight knot in the stem. Rooster nearly inhales the pit.
“Told you,” Hangman smirks. He keeps the stem between his lips like a toothpick.
“Talk about an oral fixation,” Rooster says under his breath. Hangman hears it anyway, laughing, head tilted back, the long column of his neck exposed.
“It’s not the only trick I have up my sleeve. Your place or mine?”