Post by Spencer Adams on Mar 21, 2021 20:08:20 GMT -5
Lissie: Have I ever mentioned how much I love this city?
Addy A: I don’t know where the buffets end and the night clubs begin.
Lissie: You know, it’s like I could hear your response in my head before you even opened your mouth.
Addy A: Oh, come on. Don’t act like you don’t notice.
Lissie: I’m trying, okay?
Addy A: Trying for what now?
Lissie: To be..well, you know..
Addy A: I don’t.
Lissie: To be good.
Addy A: You’re a fuckin’ winner, ya know. You’re as good as can be.
Lissie: You know that’s not what I’m talking about.
Addy A: You’re really that fuckin’ smitten over him, aren’t ya?
Lissie: He’s just right, you know? I do something dumb and he’s there. I feel low or off or ugly and he’s there.
Addy A: Does the ol’ stereotype hold up then?
Lissie: That’s my queue.
Addy A: What do ya mean?
Lissie: Oh, where you do the sex creep thing and I take five to avoid all of that.
Addy A: Don’t act like yer all high and mighty. It sure ain’t an issue when it’s helpin’ ya move an ocean’s worth of merchandise. Besides, you know that yer as bad as I am.
Lissie: You keep telling yourself that.
Addy A: Fuckin’ eat me.
?: Fuccccck...fuck fuck fuck..
Lissie: ...Hello?
?: Shit!
Lissie: Andre? What the fuck are you doing here?
Lissie: Is this where you’ve been hiding out all this time?
Andre: I...uh...I’ve been around, you know? Free spirit shit, powerful stuff.
Lissie: Riiiight. You always hang out in the ladie’s room then?
Andre: Not always..
Lissie: Right, well...can you leave? I’ve gotta go.
Andre: My bad, ma, my bad.
I’m sorry..
Addy A: I don’t know where the buffets end and the night clubs begin.
Lissie: You know, it’s like I could hear your response in my head before you even opened your mouth.
Addy A: Oh, come on. Don’t act like you don’t notice.
Lissie: I’m trying, okay?
Addy A: Trying for what now?
Lissie: To be..well, you know..
Addy A: I don’t.
Lissie: To be good.
Addy A: You’re a fuckin’ winner, ya know. You’re as good as can be.
Lissie: You know that’s not what I’m talking about.
Addy A: You’re really that fuckin’ smitten over him, aren’t ya?
Lissie: He’s just right, you know? I do something dumb and he’s there. I feel low or off or ugly and he’s there.
Addy A: Does the ol’ stereotype hold up then?
Lissie: That’s my queue.
Addy A: What do ya mean?
Lissie: Oh, where you do the sex creep thing and I take five to avoid all of that.
Addy A: Don’t act like yer all high and mighty. It sure ain’t an issue when it’s helpin’ ya move an ocean’s worth of merchandise. Besides, you know that yer as bad as I am.
Lissie: You keep telling yourself that.
Addy A: Fuckin’ eat me.
She pushes upward and slides out of the booth seating, entering a sea of bright lights and drunken guests. Her walk remains composed in comparison to those around her. Rounding a corner, she pushes through into the women’s restroom while booming bass gets partially blocked out by the door swinging shut behind her.
Lissie: ...Hello?
?: Shit!
Lissie: Andre? What the fuck are you doing here?
A strung out Aquarius jerks upright from the counter of the women’s bathroom, a fine white dusting covering about half of his face as if he got lost in a bag of Donettes.
Andre: I...uh...I’ve been around, you know? Free spirit shit, powerful stuff.
Lissie: Riiiight. You always hang out in the ladie’s room then?
Andre: Not always..
Lissie: Right, well...can you leave? I’ve gotta go.
Andre: My bad, ma, my bad.
A thoroughly zooted Aquarius stumbles out past Lissie. She takes a few steps towards a stall and turns back to the countertop. She stares ahead in the mirror, tears trickling down her face as she studies herself. Lissie drops her own head to a still significant pile for a few moments before returning to her reflection, growing more red and moist under the eyes as she does so. Her lips part, but her voice doesn’t follow as she mouths just two words to the other woman.