Altered Gate (Dillon the Monster Dick Book 3) by Shaun Meeks

Author:Shaun Meeks [Meeks, Shaun]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: IFWG Publishing International
Published: 2019-05-02T22:00:00+00:00

On the way to Godfrey’s, I stopped by the plaza at Bloor and Dundas Street West where there’s an LCBO (liquor store for those who have no clue how different it is to buy alcohol in Canada; look it up). The plan was to grab some JB and a bottle of spiced rum I knew he liked. The store wasn’t as busy as usual, but there were still a fair amount of people in there since it was just after most people were off work.

I was in my own world going in, still thinking about Rouge and wondering why she wasn’t calling. I felt so terrible, and I could only imagine where her head was at. I hoped she’d call before too much more time passed, but I didn’t want to come off like a clingy boyfriend. I had to accept she’d call me when she was ready to, no matter how much I didn’t like it.

I grabbed the bottle of whiskey first, and headed over to get the rum. I saw a shelve with a bunch of Autumn-inspired drinks, and shook my head. Most of them were fine, ciders and dark ales, but the ones that made me want to hurl were the rows of pumpkin-spiced beers. I’d fallen for them once upon a time, when I actually had drinks on the weekend, but they never tasted the way you wanted them to. You hear chocolate beer, or one that’s pumpkin-spiced, and you get this warm, delicious image in your head that makes your taste buds start to dance with excitement. Then, you open it, try it, and your taste buds become taste foes. They want to pack up and leave your mouth from the pure disappointment of what you just forced them to savour. You taste the false pretenses and say you’ll never do it again, but you do. Usually it takes three or four failed attempts to make you steer clear of the bottles of regret. For me it was four, and from there on in I swore to my mouth I would never show it disrespect again.

So, I shook my head, avoided the bad decisions, and grabbed a bottle of spiced rum. As my hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle, I heard someone say something behind me, and it made me not want to even turn around.

“This is so cool. Davey, do you know who that is? It’s the fucking monster killer from YouTube, bro!”

I closed my eyes and wished them away. I didn’t want to turn and see two or three barely-legal bros grabbing some brews for the rest of their frat brothers. I just wanted to get what I’d come for and get out of there without another word. They continued to talk, though. The one guy who’d called to Davey began to call out to me, asking me if he could get an autograph, or take a selfie with me. I bit back the urge to spin around and swing the bottles in each hand at him and whoever he was with.

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