Luther didn’t register her laughter at first. He was too drunk and between the hair and her expression, she was only contributing to his laughter. Eyes squeezed shut as he laughed, he missed her approach and a furious shout escaped him when her hand got caught in his hair. He flailed, arms swinging out to her as she began to chant – only able to break free when she was done.
He spun over onto his stomach, pushing himself to his knees. His hair fell into his eyes and he caught side of blue. Bright, electric, blue. “The fuck?” He turned to her – no amusement in his red-rimmed eyes now. Just fury. “Fuck you, Joanie. Fuck you.” At that he shoved her from where she was on the floor, utterly pissed. “You’ve got to get rid of it – I can’t do stuff like this.”