Gulp
Gulp
Gulp
I finished my drink and stretched my arms across the couch I was parked on, surveying the party. My eyes stopped on a tall blonde with spiral curls falling down her back, it looked like she put too much time into her appearance. She wore a skimpy red dress, and pumps. She looked like she belonged in a club, not some sketchy house party.
I deduct immediately that she is grabbing for attention. She's talking to some other girl but looks uninterested. I notice she's looking around too, doing the same thing I'm doing, trying to find someone attractive to win my affections for the night. Why else would she be dressed up like it's fucking prom night? You can tell a lot about a girl's mood from what she's wearing. She dug through her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, removing one from the pack. She said something to her friend, and I saw her turn to walk outside.
I followed behind her. There were a few people outside on the front lawn drinking when I step out. She stood on the porch; her unlit cigarette pinched between her lips. She was digging through her purse, trying to use the small outdoor light to see inside of it.
"Need a lighter?" I held one out to her. She looked up at me and I saw her eyes light up. She stepped closer to me and took the cigarette out of her mouth. "Yes, please." She took another step closer and put the cigarette between her lips. This chick actually wanted me to light her cigarette. Okay, sure. I lit it and she inhaled deeply, eyeing me up and down.
"Thank you."
I lit one of my own.
"Sure thing."
I noticed again how tall this girl is, I'm taller still, but standing at nearly 6'2 she's only a little below eye level with me. She looked around a shyly.
"What's your name?"
Her big blue eyes darted back to me.
"I'm Katelyn."
"I'm Mikey, that's a really nice-"
Before I could finish my sentence, it felt like I got hit in the face by a bulldozer. I crumpled to the porch, trying to pull myself back to the mortal world because surely, I was ascending to meet my maker, why else would I be spinning this fast. I saw the light, and it was beautiful. It was just above me, just out of reach. But it was also covered with moths. Because it's the porch light. Shit. I looked up and took in the hulk-like frame of the guy looming over me. The girl pulled on his shoulder, presumably to drag him away.
"He was just letting me use a fucking lighter, Brad!"
I get a good look at Brad and decide it's best I maintain my position on the ground and consider curling up like a possum and pretending I'm deceased.
"I saw the way he looked at you. Fucking asshole."
Yes, Brad, I am the asshole. This is a wonderful end to my evening, a wallop to the jaw. I may be tall, but I don't have the muscles Brad has. He seemed to flex them over me, like a fucking gorilla asserting its dominance. Finally, the girl pulled him away successfully and they stepped back into the house, Brad slamming the sliding glass door behind him. The glass door bounced and didn't shut, so he slammed it again with a growl. Fuck you,
Brad.
Okay, so I was wrong about the girl, definitely not here to find a potential suitor. A couple people stared at the situation in awe for a few moments, then went back to mingling. What a horrible crowd, no cheering, and definitely no protesting Brad's decision to give me a haymaker. I look around for my cigarette and locate it wedged between two planks of the deck. Then I spotted the girl's cigarette, still lit. I stick both in my mouth before dragging myself upright. I immediately spied a bottle of vodka, carelessly abandoned by a partygoer on the porch steps. Half-full, no lid on it but it was free of bugs, beautiful, glowing, ethereal. I did something resembling the Catholic hand movement for the cross from my forehead to my chest and grabbed the bottle, making a hasty exit around the house and to my car.
On my way home I realized, I have to piss, god I have to piss. I turned into the abandoned building parking lot, my car tires crunching against the gravel. I left my car running and stepped out of it, stumbling around as I tried my best not to urinate all over myself. I zipped up my pants and stepped back into the car and drove forward to make a 'U' turn.
Suddenly, I saw someone run in front of my car. I slammed on my breaks and looked at the girl standing in my headlights. My heart was pounding, and I exhaled deeply. She waved frantically, yelling something. I threw my car in park again and opened the door, stepping outside.
"Are you okay?" I called loudly. She looked terrified as she paced over to me. "You have to help me. Some guy is trying to attack me!" I then noticed the cut on her lip. "Oh, shit-" My head swam from all of the liquor I've drank. The car door was between me and her, she stepped forward and grabbed onto it, seeming unsteady on her feet.
"Are you hurt? Is it bad?"
"Yes, it's bad! He tried to kill me!" She almost shouted. Her face contorted as if she was about to cry. "Where is he? Is he here?" I looked around the area. What the fuck was she doing out here? This was a completely abandoned old flour manufacturing plant. Was she a homeless person? I glanced down and saw that she was wearing a tank top, light jacket and a jean skirt. No backpack or crackpipe in sight.
Fuck, I'm absolutely wasted, if I have to call the cops I'm screwed. The last thing I need is a DUI. She used the door to support herself as she moved around it to get closer to me. I reached forward and grabbed under her arms, she stumbled, putting all her weight on me.
"What is it? Your legs?"
She let out a whine. She sounded almost overly dramatic.
Her body pressed against mine, she was warm. She smelled like green apples and soap.
