Raise Your Expectations

The man dropped a hairy arm around Ryan and grabbed the whisky out of his hand. He filled his own mouth, then pressed his lips against the boy’s, pushing the warm liquid into his mouth; it spilled down Ryan’s chin and throat. The escaped criminal backed off, laughing. “You’re something else, kid.” He paced around his prey, sizing him up. “Never drank, never fucked, never been in a fight. Smoke?”

Ryan lies with a nod.

“There’s hope for ya’ yet. Take off that shirt and shit. You and me’s gonna fight.” He set the bottle of J.D. on the floor and approached the boy.

“What?”

“Skinny faggot like you’s gotta learn to protect himself.”

“You’re what I need protecting from.”

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