Chapter 76

"Heeey, man!" Coco slurred. "I figured you'd still be here, so I thought I'd come over and keep you company." He flopped down onto the leather sofa and slung a denim clad leg over the back. "Thoughtful," Dale said. "You're drunk." "Only a lot. That bar around the corner mixes 'em strong. More Jack than Coke, you know?" Dale swiveled his chair to face the young man lying on the couch. Coco grinned back at him. The singer wore a long sleeved blue shirt made of some sheer material that clung to him like cellophane. Dale could see his flat pink nipples and dark treasure trail clear as day. The ears of the Bugs Bunny tattoo on his left hip peeked above his low slung jeans. "So what's wrong, Coco?" Dale said after a long moment. "Why're you really here?" Coco widened his eyes. "I told you, I wanted to come keep you company! It's Saturday night, for fuck's sake, no one ought to be alone." "I'm fine alone. You, however, have usually lured some poor unsuspecting soul into your bed by now. So wh