Illegal Money

"Barb" Spitfire smiles, clasping his friend in a tight hug.

"It's been a while... you look good!" Barb grins, letting go of that wonderful hug, running his hand on Spitfire's back, feeling his spine.

"You look great also, Barb... it's been a long time, oh I've been on tour, famous life is being good to me," Spitfire says softly.

"I know... I Know... I Know, girl... you've been busy, I'm waiting for the CD release on Wednesday, I'm tickled pink" Barb smiles, he was dressed in his uniform for work, and stood a few steps back from Spitfire,

from Barb's point of view, Spitfire looked very weak, very thin, but Barb told him he looked great, he was very concerned about Spitfire's well-being on the inside.

"Yes... I guess we all worked very hard to make it this far." Spitfire answers.

"Come on... let me get you something to eat." Barb smiles, reaching for Spitfires' hand, Spitfire grabbed it, and was hurried over to the counter,

"Well?..... blueberry muffin?" Barb grins.

"Nah... Maybe something hardier." Spitfire nods,

he tapped his black fingernails, which were an impressive length on the marble counter in front of him.

"Gotcha!" Barb grins, heading into the back.

Spitfire waited for Barb to come back,

he glanced once or twice over his shoulder to see who was at the table behind him, a double-take, the person sitting at table 4 looked very familiar,

it was Beau.

Spitfire wasn't noticed, but recognized Beau right away,

"I thought he was working?" he thought to himself,

watching a strange man sitting next to Beau at the table,

a very large quantity of money was passed to one another.

Beau opened his wallet, sliding the hundred dollar bills in-between mucilaginous syringes, Spitfire watched from a distance.

.........

"When will the next batch be done?" The man dressed in black asked in a raspy low voice.

"Few weeks... I gave you your order, you gave me my money, now you need to leave before someone witnesses you." Beau says quietly.

"I'll give a good word to the big fellow." The man said, standing up grabbing his black leather briefcase.

Beau listened, placing his hand on his thick wallet in his pocket,

he didn't say anything else but glimpsed around the Café, seeing a person with his back turned who looked a lot like Spitfire, Petite in every way,

Beau stood, then walked over to the counter, taking a seat next to the person.

Of course, it was Spitfire, and he nervously glanced up to Beau with dark dreamy eyes, "H-hello." he says softly.

Beau nods, He was caught in a lie, and although, putting yourself into that sort of position wasn't the smartest idea to most, he thought getting it out in the open was smarter, Beau answered, "Beautiful." He leans downs, placing a delicate kiss on Spitfire's lips, "I'll explain," He adds, looking at Spitfire's curious eyes.

"Here you go, A hot, fresh, open face vegetarian burger, with a bean patty, Hot Vegetable stock gravy, cut asparagus on the side... eat up!" Barb glows, setting down the plate full of hot steamy food.

Spitfire thanked him for such an amazing meal after he cleaned his plate, Beau waited around for Spitfire to finish before taking him back to the trailer.

............

"I want to talk about what you might have witnessed." Beau starts.

Spitfire shrugged at Beau's question while he sat on the couch,

"What do you mean?"

"At the Café?" Beau asks, "Well... there is something I must tell you, but please don't freak out on me."

Spitfire smirks, he loved to watch Beau get nervous,

he thought he was charming.

"It's nothing to smile about, Spit" Beau walked back and forth, anxiously, "You see, I'm working with these men." he continues, "And-"

Spitfire listens, then articulates, interrupting Beau,

"And, you're making Meth?"

Beau's mouth fell open, astonished, he was shocked, "W-what?... what did you say?"

"I read your email... your making and selling Methamphetamine,

and making a lot of illegal money." he continues, "I Know Beau."

Beau was speechless, he had a suspicion,

about that night, he found the crystal meth in a plastic bag that Spitfire knew about it, and was probably taking it as well.

"It's ok," Spitfire nods, standing up, placing a hand on Beau's shoulder, "I'm not telling anyone, only because...." He pauses,

Beau listens intensely

"Only because I have been taking it, and it's in my blood now, Beau... I'm a quarry of meth, and I cannot stop taking it now!"

Beau stood, he was aphonic by the news, it was also a daily dose for him, he answered, "How long have you been taking it?"

"Months.... even on tour I had to take it.... and when I didn't have it... I craved the methylparaben and other drugs ingredient that you find in Advil, it's becoming serious if I cannot have my share, I can hardly stand it."

Beau shook his head, "I should have known, there is satisfying money in it..... would you like, well," He hesitates, "Would you consider helping me make it?.... it's an illegal drug as hell, but I'm very deep within making it, and since you've taken it already, I'm sure a little more wouldn't hurt?"

Spitfire nods in agreement "Yes, I'll help you," he smiles, taking a seat,

his eyes glistening, he tugged at Beau's shirt for him to sit next to him, "Sit, babe." Spitfire whispers seductively, as Beau sat down slowly, Spitfire grins his red lips shining in the evening sun, "I'll help, but under one circumstance,"

Beau arches a brow, listening.

"If I get a percentage of the money?" Spitfire says softly, his hands-on Beaus black jeans, sliding them down to his wallet, feeling it, "You've got enough in there to keep me satisfied, now... Agree with me." he says mysteriously, dragging his hands up Beau's thigh to his stomach, his shirt tucked in.

Spitfire was good, very good in Beau's opinion,

he couldn't disagree with such an angel, "Half then?"

Spitfire chews on his bottom lip, lifting to straddle Beau's lap,

"Half sounds about right! now... Kiss me." he says slowly, his lips almost touching Beaus.

Beau smiles, giving Spitfire a slow, soft kiss, then he responds,

" You don't have to ask twice," he whispers back,

picking Spitfire up and pinning him between,

himself and the couch, instantly following what Spitfire wanted,

Beau all to himself.