Five Finger Death Punch

Prologue

It was hard to pinpoint the exact events that had led up to it. Alcohol had started it, for sure, but it was craziness nonetheless. The teasing, the touching, the sound of their bandmates egging it on, and his mouth so close to the singer’s.

He pulled back, however; chickened out, laughed it off, but the singer sat there, slumped back. The weight of the older man had been removed from his body, but he had not straightened his posture; he sat there, slumped back, his lips still parted in expectation of the other man’s connecting with his.

There was a fuzziness to reality and the brief unspoken question of “Wait – it’s not happening?” hiding behind the haze of liquor polluting his mind. Their bandmates laughed at it all – the whole crazy, inappropriate situation – and harassed the bassist for wimping out. It was still in question, however, why they would want to see that anyways.