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refrigerator. Apollo looks at them with a kind of curious disdain. Nobody seems to notice us.
"She might be upstairs," I shout back at him.
He nods.
I trudge up the stairs and hear it. Charity's distinctive giggle. I rush towards the sound, almost forgetting Apollo behind me. I push through the door and find Charity sitting on the floor, wearing only a bra from the waist up, laughing her ass off and clutching a bottle of blackberry schnapps in one hand. A boy I don't know reaches over and urges her to tip back a healthy swig. She coughs some up over her chin, strains to breath and breaks out laughing. I know from experience she's a giggly drunk.
"Charity," I shout.
She looks up. "Hey, Dee Dee," she slurs. "I lost my date."
"Yeah. Come on, time to go sleep it off."
I move towards her and the guy that just dumped cheap booze down her throat gets up and gets in my face. Or rather, gets his chest in my face. He's got about eight inches on me.
"Fuck off."
"I'm taking her home. She's drunk."
"It's a party. She's supposed to be drunk."
"Then why aren't you?"
He puts his hands on me. Before I can even think to defend myself, Apollo's hand moves over my shoulder so fast it's like the guy has been struck by a snake. Apollo's fingertips slam into his throat and he stumbles back and goes down, gagging and choking and squeezing his own neck, dragging for air. Apollo lightly brushes me aside, grabs the guy and rolls him on his side, then on his back. He pulls his hands back from his throat.
"Breathe. Slowly. It'll stop."
"Um," I say.
"Not much time. Get her and let's go."
I get the booze bottle out of Charity's hand and she just stares at me, half smiling. Getting her shirt on turns into an exercise in futility so I just button it around her, arms and all. Then I have the problem of getting her up. Trying to move her only seems to make her sleepy as a dreamy smile spreads on her face and her eyes flutter closed. Apollo snaps his fingers in front of her eyes.
"She's pretty bad off. We need to go. I'll get her."
With surprising grace, he pulls her over his shoulder and stands up, bearing her weight like it's nothing. He offers me a hand and pulls me to my feet, and I let him go first down the stairs, deftly balancing the dead weight of Charity on his shoulder as we round the turn from the bottom of the steps and back out through the kitchen, the way we came in. I tuck in close to Apollo's back, hoping nobody raises a fuss about us just carrying Charity out of the house. We've made it this far, just a bit further to go.
Then, of course, Lucas appears.
He's spotted us. I see him pushing through the crowd.
"What are you doing here?"
"Picking up Charity," I shout back at him. "Her mom was worried."
A convenient lie, but whatever.
"Not you. Him."
Apollo, who still has Charity over his shoulder, glances back at me. "She asked me along."
I don't contradict him.
"We'll be going now."
Except we won't, apparently. Lucas isn't alone, he has backup in the form of another six hundred pounds of goon spread between two of his friends.
Gulp.
Lucas lowers Charity to her feet. She's come around enough to stand up, or at least she's aware enough to hold on to me so she doesn't fall off the planet.
"We're leaving," Apollo announces, calmly. "Excuse us."
Lucas and his three friends don't move.
"Um," I say.
"Come on," he says to me, over his shoulder, and we start forward.
Lucas claps him on the shoulder, hard enough to stop him in his tracks. His buddies have their hands balled into fists, their bodies rigid with tension. It's about to start. I try to get Charity around them but one of Lucas' buddies cuts us off, taking our path.
"Take your hand off me," Apollo says, calmly.
"No."
"Best not," he says.
I expect them to fight, but a fight implies mutual participation. Apollo moves so fast he almost blurs, dipping in a weird way that kind of pulls Lucas in to him, and when Lucas makes a grab, Apollo twists out of the way
"She might be upstairs," I shout back at him.
He nods.
I trudge up the stairs and hear it. Charity's distinctive giggle. I rush towards the sound, almost forgetting Apollo behind me. I push through the door and find Charity sitting on the floor, wearing only a bra from the waist up, laughing her ass off and clutching a bottle of blackberry schnapps in one hand. A boy I don't know reaches over and urges her to tip back a healthy swig. She coughs some up over her chin, strains to breath and breaks out laughing. I know from experience she's a giggly drunk.
"Charity," I shout.
She looks up. "Hey, Dee Dee," she slurs. "I lost my date."
"Yeah. Come on, time to go sleep it off."
I move towards her and the guy that just dumped cheap booze down her throat gets up and gets in my face. Or rather, gets his chest in my face. He's got about eight inches on me.
"Fuck off."
"I'm taking her home. She's drunk."
"It's a party. She's supposed to be drunk."
"Then why aren't you?"
He puts his hands on me. Before I can even think to defend myself, Apollo's hand moves over my shoulder so fast it's like the guy has been struck by a snake. Apollo's fingertips slam into his throat and he stumbles back and goes down, gagging and choking and squeezing his own neck, dragging for air. Apollo lightly brushes me aside, grabs the guy and rolls him on his side, then on his back. He pulls his hands back from his throat.
"Breathe. Slowly. It'll stop."
"Um," I say.
"Not much time. Get her and let's go."
I get the booze bottle out of Charity's hand and she just stares at me, half smiling. Getting her shirt on turns into an exercise in futility so I just button it around her, arms and all. Then I have the problem of getting her up. Trying to move her only seems to make her sleepy as a dreamy smile spreads on her face and her eyes flutter closed. Apollo snaps his fingers in front of her eyes.
"She's pretty bad off. We need to go. I'll get her."
With surprising grace, he pulls her over his shoulder and stands up, bearing her weight like it's nothing. He offers me a hand and pulls me to my feet, and I let him go first down the stairs, deftly balancing the dead weight of Charity on his shoulder as we round the turn from the bottom of the steps and back out through the kitchen, the way we came in. I tuck in close to Apollo's back, hoping nobody raises a fuss about us just carrying Charity out of the house. We've made it this far, just a bit further to go.
Then, of course, Lucas appears.
He's spotted us. I see him pushing through the crowd.
"What are you doing here?"
"Picking up Charity," I shout back at him. "Her mom was worried."
A convenient lie, but whatever.
"Not you. Him."
Apollo, who still has Charity over his shoulder, glances back at me. "She asked me along."
I don't contradict him.
"We'll be going now."
Except we won't, apparently. Lucas isn't alone, he has backup in the form of another six hundred pounds of goon spread between two of his friends.
Gulp.
Lucas lowers Charity to her feet. She's come around enough to stand up, or at least she's aware enough to hold on to me so she doesn't fall off the planet.
"We're leaving," Apollo announces, calmly. "Excuse us."
Lucas and his three friends don't move.
"Um," I say.
"Come on," he says to me, over his shoulder, and we start forward.
Lucas claps him on the shoulder, hard enough to stop him in his tracks. His buddies have their hands balled into fists, their bodies rigid with tension. It's about to start. I try to get Charity around them but one of Lucas' buddies cuts us off, taking our path.
"Take your hand off me," Apollo says, calmly.
"No."
"Best not," he says.
I expect them to fight, but a fight implies mutual participation. Apollo moves so fast he almost blurs, dipping in a weird way that kind of pulls Lucas in to him, and when Lucas makes a grab, Apollo twists out of the way
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