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By chris Date: 2009 Sep 01 Comment on this Work [[2009.09.01.17.51.28421]] |
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"Yes! I do love him..." Roberta said to her friend sitting next to her at the bar. She dragged out the word "do" to the point where it ended up sounding like, well, she didn't. "He seems like a nice enough guy, I guess." Amy offered. "Do you realize how much you say 'I guess'?. Makes me nervous asking advice from someone who guesses that much." "Hmm. Well, we already know my judgment's basically shit. Right?" Both girls laughed. Amy was wearing a fitted t-shirt that said, in small letters so they fit comfortably across her barely-A cup chest, "I'm not a bitch - I just act that way sometimes." "Uh-huh..." concurred Roberta. "You sure can pick 'em." Around the two women the bar hummed with excitement and buzzy energy. 30 minutes to last call, so definitely happy hour in a hurry. Which couples among them were cheating on their nearest and dearest at that very moment? Both wondered. Neither verbalized it. That's not why THEY were there, after all. Was it? "Was what?" asked Amy. "I didn't say anything. I was drinking my beer." "Thought you did. Anyway, his friends creep me out." "What friends?" "You mean before or after? Before or after ME, that is." "Huh?" "When I met him he hung out with women. That was pretty much it. An assortment of exes and almost-exes and people he was never attracted to in the first place and could therefore be, uh, 'real' friends with! Not many of those on his roster." "I see." "Now, well, now I don't really know. That's what bothers me. You know, he's still got his place and I've got mine. He clings to that apartment like a life preserver. To be fair, I already knew about this one guy - " "The drug dealer?" "Oh no! He's quick to correct me when I say that. Josh is NOT a drug dealer, he says. Technically he's what they call a 'runner'. Just brings stuff to people." "Ah... That's much better." "Not to me." "Hey, he's your guy. But at that party last week, when we were all so trashed - " "Like we are now?" "Yeah, like YOU are now! I am way too sober tonight. Anyway, your dude and I were talking and, damn! He knows WAY too much about that shit. Sounded like the Johnny Depp character in 'Blow'." "Drugs?" "Sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll, girlfriend..." "Well I can attest to the sex part..." "Oh look at you! Yeah, we don't need the details." "Fair enough. Let me know when you're interested and I'll spill my fucking guts." Amy laughed so loud at this remark that both the bartender and dot.com ex-millionaire sitting ten feet away drinking a Blue Moon stared at her. "But seriously," she started. "We weren't being serious?" "No, seriously, how well do we really know the people we're with anyway?" "I'm strictly in the dark. All the time. I don't EVER expect the lights to come on, to be honest." "Yeah. Me too, I guess." "Now you're the one who's guessing." "Me? guessing?" "Just make it a good one. All I have to say. Make it a good one..." |