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dropped the cat. He turned, arched his back and hissed, before
streaking into the trailer.
“What were you
doing?” she crossed her arms. Her dusky eyes assessed me with barely concealed
interest.
Heat flared in
the pit of my belly. It had been a while since I’d fed. I guessed she was
seventeen, twenty at most. She had long black hair and long legs. As I swept my
gaze down the length of her, I thought again of the unknown girl from my past.
Her thwarted memory brushed against my mind.
I put up my
hands. “Sorry. Mistaken identity. No hard feelings?” I felt her watching me the
whole way back to the road.
The idea of Ruby
and her angst-filled eyes pulled at me. She was at the bar, sitting alone, like
I knew she would be.
The place was
packed. A singer strutted around on stage without a shirt. As I made my way
through the throng, a woman fell into my arms. I turned her around so she faced
me. Her clothes were slippery under my hands. Playful eyes met mine.
She lifted her
arms to circle my neck. She was all wrong in her red polka dot dress and
designer perfume. Not my type. The thought made me smile. I have a type .
A newly acquired taste or a remnant of my humanity?
I held her, just
for a second. Old habits die hard. We swayed to the music. And then I saw them.
Her friends. Of course she had friends. They were all so freshly scrubbed and
expectant.
I tried to
untangle myself without causing a scene.
It was usually
easy to sneak out with a barfly under my arm. Sure, occasionally there was a
friend nearby. I was into threesomes. But this woman and her group were uptown
and slumming it, looking for adventure. It made me uneasy.
I peeled her off
me. She was drunk. “Sorry. I’m meeting someone,” I said.
Her face
contorted.
I pushed on,
toward Ruby. Hands grabbed at me, drinks sloshed. When I reached the bar, I
felt Ruby’s jealousy, an electric jolt. “Hi,” I took the empty stool next to
her. She refused to look at me. I waved a hand in front her face.
“Are you here
with her ?” she said. “Georgie?”
“You know her?”
She scowled. “Why
don’t you answer the question? Did you come here with her?”
“No,” I said. “Who
is she?”
“Miss Fartly ,”
she said.
“With an F?”
“Did you see the
others? Her clique ? They’re the four horsemen of the apocalypse?”
“Listen to you,”
I said.
“You were dirty
dancing with her. Don’t let me stop you. She must be a fantastic kisser.”
“Fartly?” I
said. “A good kisser?” I circled her wrist with my fingers and pushed up the
sleeve of her shirt. “I came here to see you.”
“You did?” her
pulse beat frantically on the soft underside of her wrist.
I pretended to
read her watch. “I have to go,” I used her line, wanting to feel the rush of
her disappointment.
“Wh—where…are
you going?”
The band started
playing Sweet Child O’Mine by Guns N’Roses .I looked into
Ruby’s eyes and saw her pain. In that moment, I felt it as my own. The
shirtless singer crooned about a smile that reminded him of ‘childhood
memories.’ Her irises, like in the lyrics, were the color of a bright blue sky.
She slid off the
barstool and between my legs. I breathed in the smell of her hair.“Kiss
me,” she whispered in my ear. “Please,” her breath was feathery on my face. She
closed her eyes, our lips touched.
I parted her
lips with my tongue and tasted whisky. She opened to me, so sugary and salty,
like tears and candy.
The clang of
guitars, the sound of laughter and voices and clinking glass, all quieted. The
only sound was the beat of her heart.
10. Ruby
MY HANDS clutched
the back of his neck. My knees buckled. His kiss spun me around and lifted me.
I was kissed and sucked until I was spinning and spinning into the dark.
Strong arms
caught me. I could barely open my eyes. He had pressed me against the wall in the
corner. Carried me?
His face was
somewhere above me. He tilted my chin. “You okay?” Behind him the
streaking into the trailer.
“What were you
doing?” she crossed her arms. Her dusky eyes assessed me with barely concealed
interest.
Heat flared in
the pit of my belly. It had been a while since I’d fed. I guessed she was
seventeen, twenty at most. She had long black hair and long legs. As I swept my
gaze down the length of her, I thought again of the unknown girl from my past.
Her thwarted memory brushed against my mind.
I put up my
hands. “Sorry. Mistaken identity. No hard feelings?” I felt her watching me the
whole way back to the road.
The idea of Ruby
and her angst-filled eyes pulled at me. She was at the bar, sitting alone, like
I knew she would be.
The place was
packed. A singer strutted around on stage without a shirt. As I made my way
through the throng, a woman fell into my arms. I turned her around so she faced
me. Her clothes were slippery under my hands. Playful eyes met mine.
She lifted her
arms to circle my neck. She was all wrong in her red polka dot dress and
designer perfume. Not my type. The thought made me smile. I have a type .
A newly acquired taste or a remnant of my humanity?
I held her, just
for a second. Old habits die hard. We swayed to the music. And then I saw them.
Her friends. Of course she had friends. They were all so freshly scrubbed and
expectant.
I tried to
untangle myself without causing a scene.
It was usually
easy to sneak out with a barfly under my arm. Sure, occasionally there was a
friend nearby. I was into threesomes. But this woman and her group were uptown
and slumming it, looking for adventure. It made me uneasy.
I peeled her off
me. She was drunk. “Sorry. I’m meeting someone,” I said.
Her face
contorted.
I pushed on,
toward Ruby. Hands grabbed at me, drinks sloshed. When I reached the bar, I
felt Ruby’s jealousy, an electric jolt. “Hi,” I took the empty stool next to
her. She refused to look at me. I waved a hand in front her face.
“Are you here
with her ?” she said. “Georgie?”
“You know her?”
She scowled. “Why
don’t you answer the question? Did you come here with her?”
“No,” I said. “Who
is she?”
“Miss Fartly ,”
she said.
“With an F?”
“Did you see the
others? Her clique ? They’re the four horsemen of the apocalypse?”
“Listen to you,”
I said.
“You were dirty
dancing with her. Don’t let me stop you. She must be a fantastic kisser.”
“Fartly?” I
said. “A good kisser?” I circled her wrist with my fingers and pushed up the
sleeve of her shirt. “I came here to see you.”
“You did?” her
pulse beat frantically on the soft underside of her wrist.
I pretended to
read her watch. “I have to go,” I used her line, wanting to feel the rush of
her disappointment.
“Wh—where…are
you going?”
The band started
playing Sweet Child O’Mine by Guns N’Roses .I looked into
Ruby’s eyes and saw her pain. In that moment, I felt it as my own. The
shirtless singer crooned about a smile that reminded him of ‘childhood
memories.’ Her irises, like in the lyrics, were the color of a bright blue sky.
She slid off the
barstool and between my legs. I breathed in the smell of her hair.“Kiss
me,” she whispered in my ear. “Please,” her breath was feathery on my face. She
closed her eyes, our lips touched.
I parted her
lips with my tongue and tasted whisky. She opened to me, so sugary and salty,
like tears and candy.
The clang of
guitars, the sound of laughter and voices and clinking glass, all quieted. The
only sound was the beat of her heart.
10. Ruby
MY HANDS clutched
the back of his neck. My knees buckled. His kiss spun me around and lifted me.
I was kissed and sucked until I was spinning and spinning into the dark.
Strong arms
caught me. I could barely open my eyes. He had pressed me against the wall in the
corner. Carried me?
His face was
somewhere above me. He tilted my chin. “You okay?” Behind him the
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