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mean."
"Yeah but you gotta buy me Flaming Lips shots and do 'em with me, for always having your back," said Jessie.
"No doubt."
"Cool." said Jessie.
"I'll roll up after work and have the shots waiting on you because you've got the longer drive."
"Thoughtful," said Jessie.
"I am."
"Alright bambina," said Jessie.
"Alright girl."
"Bye."
"Bye."
I stared out the window at the banana tree leaves that waved in the wind. They were always flapping at my window in the morning while I was trying to have breakfast. I was legs up on my sofa staring out the window. It felt forlorn but I was more or less ok, more or less. I just kept thinking about what Jessie said, that it was just a bang. For some reason, I couldn't go down that alley. It wasn't just on the desk. It was on the conference room table. If he just had to blow off some steam why not just fire off once? What was the deal with the red boob stains? Why was he so fixated on them? Was it just boobs? Was it mine? It didn't feel like there was an easy explanation hanging in the air, so I stopped looking for one but I fundamentally disagreed with Jessie. There was something about the way Longboard avoided me that made me think there was something he himself wasn't willing to admit. I just kept staring out the window as the sun hit one of the banana leaves so hard, it turned white. I had to look away it was so bright. But the banana leaves kept brushing at my window. It gave me the feeling they agreed with Jessie, like they were saying listen to her . I was happy to let Jessie think that I was in agreement. Jessie was the type to mother the world. She would keep on trying to shield me from Longboard, like I was her little duckling. I was determined to let it play out. I wanted a set up where Longboard would have the opportunity to hit it again. That was the true test of hit-it-and-quit-it-- could you really quit it?
It didn't take long for my opportunity to come. On Thursday, Longboard was so excited about how well the presentation went that he made Friday night reservations for the office at Osmi . Osmi was this new It club on Kapiolani. Basically, it's the kind of place where you can sign a bill that's five digits long, just to sit at a table with the same bottle labels you can find at Costco . Longboard wanted to throw an evening for the office, which was gestural of him. He had a reputation of being pretty tight with money. He had the nickname Kiewei McDuck . I think it was started by Brianna, our old office manager. She had to fight with him a lot over accounts payable. It seemed to me that if the claim was legit, you had to pay up but Longboard didn't always see it that way, so the story goes. I already had my date with Jessie and Malia on Friday but that was for happy hour, five-to-seven. Clubs like Osmi didn't open till eleven. I could pre-game with the girls before going through Osmi . And that was it, the plan.
Friday came and I didn't talk to Jessie before-hand. I sent her a text that we were game for happy hour and that the office was having a thing at Osmi . I invited Jessie to the office party and she texted back one word, maybe. I invited out of friendship. Nightclubs weren't Jessie. But I could have used my wing-woman. Because it was the first time I'd be seeing Longboard in a social setting, since we made the office a social setting. Nothing so big happened on Friday. Everyone was checked out. It was like any other office, which made it feel somewhat back to normal. It felt like Friday. Tuesday felt like another
"Yeah but you gotta buy me Flaming Lips shots and do 'em with me, for always having your back," said Jessie.
"No doubt."
"Cool." said Jessie.
"I'll roll up after work and have the shots waiting on you because you've got the longer drive."
"Thoughtful," said Jessie.
"I am."
"Alright bambina," said Jessie.
"Alright girl."
"Bye."
"Bye."
I stared out the window at the banana tree leaves that waved in the wind. They were always flapping at my window in the morning while I was trying to have breakfast. I was legs up on my sofa staring out the window. It felt forlorn but I was more or less ok, more or less. I just kept thinking about what Jessie said, that it was just a bang. For some reason, I couldn't go down that alley. It wasn't just on the desk. It was on the conference room table. If he just had to blow off some steam why not just fire off once? What was the deal with the red boob stains? Why was he so fixated on them? Was it just boobs? Was it mine? It didn't feel like there was an easy explanation hanging in the air, so I stopped looking for one but I fundamentally disagreed with Jessie. There was something about the way Longboard avoided me that made me think there was something he himself wasn't willing to admit. I just kept staring out the window as the sun hit one of the banana leaves so hard, it turned white. I had to look away it was so bright. But the banana leaves kept brushing at my window. It gave me the feeling they agreed with Jessie, like they were saying listen to her . I was happy to let Jessie think that I was in agreement. Jessie was the type to mother the world. She would keep on trying to shield me from Longboard, like I was her little duckling. I was determined to let it play out. I wanted a set up where Longboard would have the opportunity to hit it again. That was the true test of hit-it-and-quit-it-- could you really quit it?
It didn't take long for my opportunity to come. On Thursday, Longboard was so excited about how well the presentation went that he made Friday night reservations for the office at Osmi . Osmi was this new It club on Kapiolani. Basically, it's the kind of place where you can sign a bill that's five digits long, just to sit at a table with the same bottle labels you can find at Costco . Longboard wanted to throw an evening for the office, which was gestural of him. He had a reputation of being pretty tight with money. He had the nickname Kiewei McDuck . I think it was started by Brianna, our old office manager. She had to fight with him a lot over accounts payable. It seemed to me that if the claim was legit, you had to pay up but Longboard didn't always see it that way, so the story goes. I already had my date with Jessie and Malia on Friday but that was for happy hour, five-to-seven. Clubs like Osmi didn't open till eleven. I could pre-game with the girls before going through Osmi . And that was it, the plan.
Friday came and I didn't talk to Jessie before-hand. I sent her a text that we were game for happy hour and that the office was having a thing at Osmi . I invited Jessie to the office party and she texted back one word, maybe. I invited out of friendship. Nightclubs weren't Jessie. But I could have used my wing-woman. Because it was the first time I'd be seeing Longboard in a social setting, since we made the office a social setting. Nothing so big happened on Friday. Everyone was checked out. It was like any other office, which made it feel somewhat back to normal. It felt like Friday. Tuesday felt like another
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