red solo cup pt. 4 of 5
tw; gun violence.
[text] party at 364 winchester ave. come through.
pt 4 of 5.
“yo, hand me a beer,”
he was beginning to get a migraine, it was sharp in his temple. the music wasn’t helping, although his head was throbbing in perfect synchrony to the beat. he would’ve laughed any other time, but this wasn’t the moment.
“f***ing- hey! hand me a f***ing beer.”
someone tossed a can, landing on lionel. must not have been finished, because his shirt was wet. he looked like a pug. squished nose, bugged out eyes.. not very menacing, but when angled just right -
a blur of black passed by his face, but one blink and he saw jay crashing to the floor, lionel on top of him. “f***ing hit me again.”
that chair was gone. whatever was left of it was broken in shards, snapped right in half. jeanine wasn’t going to be too happy about that. he was already making excuses for what could’ve gone wrong.
the two all over each other. arms flying, legs flailing, fat peeking out from the hem of a shirt. blurry punches and the stains of blood on the floor. amidst this, they were pulled apart by two nameless faces. spitting, angry words as bodies scrambled to reassemble.
there was a lot of energy going around this table. he didn’t vibe with it, so he took another hit from his joint and passed it to his left.
“not so bad right?” someone was saying beside him. “easy pick up and drop off.”
it wouldn’t have been so bad if he didn’t have a house full of people to soften the suspicion around them. that was the thing about amateurs, they always needed some type of cover. an excuse to show people what they could do.
“yeah. just this f***ing migraine.”
“i got something for that. easy stuff, like tylenol.”
he took the joint back, took the pills he handed him too. didn’t bother to look, he didn’t want to ruin the new alliance. he just needed to be rid of the pain, so he chased them back and rode out the last embers of sharpness.
“-the hell did you give me?” he said as an afterthought.
“oxy, man. good sh*t.”
he laughed, “f*** man, i wanted tylenol.”
“i gave you a strong one.”
he gaged time by the way he felt, but how he felt wasn’t real. at least the migraine had gone, but how long had it been. an hour? two? long enough for the party to clear out without him realizing. long enough for the after party argument that he’d stumbled into.
“this is our f***ing territory. you’d be good to watch your f***ing back,” the kid nearest him was saying. he was young, real young. maybe not even legal. how’d he miss that?
the other, much older stood there. his gaze was hard, didn’t even look like he was breathing. just standing, like anyone could walk over and push him down.
“aye-” he started to say, but was pulled back. and he let himself be pulled back, because he was flying. he was almost floating on the feeling. maybe he wasn’t even real. did he even exist?
“man, get the f*** out of here,” the young one was saying. real mouthy, like he knew the world and all the sh*t that went on within it. that was the problem with mouthy kids, they didn’t know. just pretended. “man, i said get the fu-”
he didn’t finish.
there was a sound of popping. the kid lifted off his feet by the force of power. and then there was chaos.
bodies peeled from the walls and ran to the doors. some fell, others pushed. there was no knowing who was alive and who wasn’t. he was just trying to screw his mind back together.
he reached for his gun, but it wasn’t there. a force of habit, he dove for his room.
the gun, the gun, the gun.
it was gone.
where did he last see him? the only memory he had was earlier when he’d seen him in his room. playing that f***ing video game, always with the video games.
but he wasn’t there. the room was empty. the sound of gunshots, mixed with sirens. a lonely beat played on repeat. over and over to the throbbing of his head. he wanted to tear himself apart to locate where he’d last seen him.
then he remembered. somewhere in the blur of this mess, he’d seen him. big round eyes found him across the room, a shake of disapproval, and then he was gone in the crowd. the moment had been so brief.
where the f*** is dennis.