Raising Hell

by Daryl Banner

“This can’t just all be in my head, can it? This sexual tension?” His gaze drops to the table. He’s petrified. Completely turned to stone. Great. I’m Gay Medusa now.

Maybe I kind of ignored—and am currently, completely, utterly ignoring—his suggestion in our keeping things between us strictly professional. Maybe out here, we don’t need to. Out here, we can just be another pair of dogs.

A long sigh hisses into my ear. “Listen, boo. I know you want me to just swoop in and fix everything for you like I always do … but girl, there is only so much magic in this wand.”

“There’s going to come a day when Mama Glenn isn’t going to have the answers. Mama Glenn won’t know what to do. Mama Glenn might not even be around.” “Will there come a day when Mama Glenn stops referring to himself in the third person?” I sass at him.

“Mom said you used to meet random guys online when you were a teenager and that one of them was even a drug dealer.” “She what??” I scoff, outraged. “That’s—She’s just—I swear—Ugh, the nerve!” Then I give in. “Okay, yes, but that was just once.” “You

If Lady Luck was really a thing, I was certain that Lonely Loser was her bitchy gay brother, and he was damned determined not to let me enjoy the rest of my weekend.