“Chino?” I say, “Should be interesting.”
“John Holly’s Asian Bistro” is scrawled across the awning in stylized san serif.
“We have to get the seared scallops with guacamole,” she feverishly insists.
“You know better than I,” I shrug as we’re led to our seat.
We finished eating then exited the restaurant for her mother's house, where Kristen would pick up her essential items for her weekend away with me.
Every movement felt wrong to me.
She parked inside a housing complex: condominiums, triplexes, townhomes, “Wait in the car while I gather my things. It’s better if my mother doesn’t see you,” she says then exits the car, “I’ll signal you if it’s safe to come in.”
I’d rather not, I think to myself as I light another cigarette. I step out …show more content…
She tells me we’re going to stay with her friends, Kenny and Remy, for the weekend. When I ask why, she says it’s because her mother wouldn’t allow the possibility of sinful transgressions.
I feel like that is awfully optimistic of Kristen to presume that might be a legitimate worry for her.
We eventually arrive in another dark housing complex with dark condominium forms silhouetted in the night sky; Some indeterminable stair climb, I’m drinking more Jack from the bottle when the yellow light of an opened door pollutes the gloom. A blonde shirtless male with a bowl cut is sprawled on the floor next to a brunette sitting Indian-style.
Kristen throws her bag to the ground and holds her hands in the hair, “Hello, my loves.”
“You’re here! Yay,” the blonde exclaims excitedly.
“Remy,” she nods to the giddy blonde, “This is handsome Dakota,” she shrugs toward me, “Dakota, this is Kenny,” she points to the brunette with the …show more content…
“Well, that can’t be good,” I smile as I shake his hand. I nod to Remy as he unlocks from Kristen’s embrace.
“So, you kids must be thirsty,” Remy smiles and walks to the kitchen, “We have whiskey, diet coke,” he opens the fridge door, “Um, some Tecate for baby,” he nudges Kristen.
“And that’s it, bitches. Take it or leave it,” Kenny snickers playfully.
“I’d love a whiskey,” I sigh as I drop my bag by the unused fireplace.
“Well, there’s no cable, no internet. We have a deck of cards, though,” Kenny acquiesces, displaying the deck in his hand.
“Hearts?” Kristen smiles.
“I’m in,” I breathe as I gulp my whiskey down and stand for another dramatic drink from the bottle.
Remy deals the first round then Kristen quickly passes the Queen of Spades off on me.
“Black Maria,” Kenny snickers as he anxiously gulps his drink.
The rest of the night consisted of awkward conversation, punishing losses at Hearts and unrestrained alcohol consumption. Kristen’s passive-aggressiveness leeches into the air like a pungent aroma with each successive hand dealt. I would simply salute her thinly veiled assaults with a raised glass then silently knock back the rocks to an unholy
“John Holly’s Asian Bistro” is scrawled across the awning in stylized san serif.
“We have to get the seared scallops with guacamole,” she feverishly insists.
“You know better than I,” I shrug as we’re led to our seat.
We finished eating then exited the restaurant for her mother's house, where Kristen would pick up her essential items for her weekend away with me.
Every movement felt wrong to me.
She parked inside a housing complex: condominiums, triplexes, townhomes, “Wait in the car while I gather my things. It’s better if my mother doesn’t see you,” she says then exits the car, “I’ll signal you if it’s safe to come in.”
I’d rather not, I think to myself as I light another cigarette. I step out …show more content…
She tells me we’re going to stay with her friends, Kenny and Remy, for the weekend. When I ask why, she says it’s because her mother wouldn’t allow the possibility of sinful transgressions.
I feel like that is awfully optimistic of Kristen to presume that might be a legitimate worry for her.
We eventually arrive in another dark housing complex with dark condominium forms silhouetted in the night sky; Some indeterminable stair climb, I’m drinking more Jack from the bottle when the yellow light of an opened door pollutes the gloom. A blonde shirtless male with a bowl cut is sprawled on the floor next to a brunette sitting Indian-style.
Kristen throws her bag to the ground and holds her hands in the hair, “Hello, my loves.”
“You’re here! Yay,” the blonde exclaims excitedly.
“Remy,” she nods to the giddy blonde, “This is handsome Dakota,” she shrugs toward me, “Dakota, this is Kenny,” she points to the brunette with the …show more content…
“Well, that can’t be good,” I smile as I shake his hand. I nod to Remy as he unlocks from Kristen’s embrace.
“So, you kids must be thirsty,” Remy smiles and walks to the kitchen, “We have whiskey, diet coke,” he opens the fridge door, “Um, some Tecate for baby,” he nudges Kristen.
“And that’s it, bitches. Take it or leave it,” Kenny snickers playfully.
“I’d love a whiskey,” I sigh as I drop my bag by the unused fireplace.
“Well, there’s no cable, no internet. We have a deck of cards, though,” Kenny acquiesces, displaying the deck in his hand.
“Hearts?” Kristen smiles.
“I’m in,” I breathe as I gulp my whiskey down and stand for another dramatic drink from the bottle.
Remy deals the first round then Kristen quickly passes the Queen of Spades off on me.
“Black Maria,” Kenny snickers as he anxiously gulps his drink.
The rest of the night consisted of awkward conversation, punishing losses at Hearts and unrestrained alcohol consumption. Kristen’s passive-aggressiveness leeches into the air like a pungent aroma with each successive hand dealt. I would simply salute her thinly veiled assaults with a raised glass then silently knock back the rocks to an unholy