Tommy’s fierce brow shot straight up, under sweat and stringy hair and smeared eyeliner. He laughed, but it was an edgy laugh, a don’t-mess-with-me-kid-I’ll-eat-you-alive laugh. “You wanna hear it so bad?” He said thickly. “Why don’t you come up here and sing it yourself?” He was hard to read. He tormented interviewers all the time because his humor was so dry and his wit was so sharp that no one could ever tell when he was being serious or glib. It made him intimidating as fuck. At least Muse thought so.
Jersey apparently didn’t. “Alright!” Jersey didn’t skip a beat, nodded enthusiastically, which was probably not the reaction Tommy was anticipating. They’d just called each other’s bluffs. “Alright?” Tommy’s wolfish eyes flashed fiery, but he was as tenacious as Jersey was. He had no plans of backing down—this was his house tonight. His rules. “Alright, hot shot—get your ass up here.” A burly security guard grabbed Jersey around his wiry chest and hauled him out into the pit. Turned and boosted him up toward the stage.
Tommy actually slung an arm around Jersey’s neck like an older brother might and faced him at the arena crowd. His manner was a bit wry, a bit lethal, and definitely smacked of the alpha male keeping the wily cub in line. 😎 photo by @acsantos #bjdboy #bjd #rockstar #pygmaliondollha #soomio #pygmaliondoll #soom #bjdstagram #dollspam #dollstagram #lachlana #mynovel