“Why would I give a shit?”
Marvin wasn’t remotely paying attention to me. He was too focused on the scantily clad women sashaying between tables. I turned around to William, who was lost in thought.
“You really like June, huh?” I teased him when I caught him laughing at his phone.
“I’m crazy about her.”
His naïve expression was endearing, but Will fell in love easily. How could he be that crazy about someone he’d just met a few weeks ago?
“Do you go out often?”
“No, but it doesn’t take ten dates for me to understand that she’s incredible,” he answered, his eyes glued to the screen.
“All right, suit yourself.” I patted his shoulder and headed to the bathroom. I’d had too much to drink, and I was starting to feel it. In the bathroom, I heard a murmur come from the other stall, but with my foggy brain and the blaring music, I didn’t pay attention.
“Fuck, go gently.”
My eyes widened when I heard that familiar voice. The music changed from electronic pop to instrumental, and I indistinctly heard noise. I unzipped my pants and as soon as I turned toward the wall on my right, I heard rhythmic banging that got louder and closer.
A few feminine moans mingled with raspy, aroused grunts.
Distressed, I put both hands on my face and heard “James,” repeated so many times that there was no doubt who it was. There were louder thuds and then everything stopped.
“Here,” James said after a while.
“Do you really think I had sex with you for drugs?” she exclaimed, horrified.
“Isn’t that what all of you want?”
From the gap in the door, I saw them go to the sinks together.
I hid as much as possible as I watched their reflections in the mirror through the gap.
James’s cheeks were flushed, and he had messy hair. He washed his hands, then bent down to the sink to snort some powder.
“You always like to overdo it, don’t you?” the girl asked him, running her hand over his back.
He didn’t answer. He lifted his head, staring at her vacantly. When she held out her hand to touch his face, James moved back.
“I’m so sorry for you.”
“I don’t want anyone’s pity, especially not yours, because you don’t know shit about me.”
“Deep down you’re a good guy, you just need someone who’ll take care of you.”
“Don’t touch me,” he snarled when she tried to caress his hand.
“James . . .”
He walked out, leaving her alone and confused.
>> <<
“Where is he?”
I went back to Marvin and Will, who were playing pool and too focused on the game to listen to me.
“I dunno.”
