Nicky Wayne’s Intense Amateur Performance

“Take care of me tonight.”
She tore at her top as the next song started and placed in beside him. “Where are your friends tonight?” A perfectly reasonable question. She looked like a pornstar after a particularly rough scene. A transactional affirmation. Really, she didn’t mind at all to be honest. He rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling. Time lurched forward. “Take care of me tonight.”
She tore at her top as the next song started and placed in beside him. No one cared if you felt broken. All she had to her name was the small realization that not only had he been asleep, he had ditched her to do so. That was good. I was just—”
The words warbled in her head, and for a while she didn’t hear much of anything.