Amadpour said, “Where did the…you know happen?”
“Behind the house,” said Milo. “In a car.”
“Proves it,” said Leventhal, doing a little jig. “We didn’thavecars so we’renotresponsible for what happened later.”
I said, “When was the party officially over?”
“Officially and unofficially is the same, dude. Two. Then me and her looked around and we were outta there by two thirty.”
“What were you looking for?”
“Anything,” said Leventhal. “There was nothing.”
Amadpour frowned. “Itwaskind of creepy. Being there, dark, the house was like a…it’s big.”
“The football dudes were also there,” said Leventhal.
“But then we were there by ourselves, Todd.”
“Whatever. There was nothing freaky.” His hand rose and grazed thunderbolts.
Amadpour said, “I thought it was creepy. That house, big and ugly and cold-like.”
“Whatever.” Leventhal hefted his backpack and looked at Milo. “We’ve got no responsibility except overall safety and security at an event we initiate and manage competently.”
Milo said, “That sounds pretty legalistic, Todd.”
Orthodontic grin. “My dad’s a lawyer and so is hers and they told us. Even though they still give us shit.”
“About what?”
“Making our own bank.” He nudged Amadpour. “They’re scared we’ll make so much we won’t need their asses.”
She said, “I’ll always need my parents.”
He said, “You never know. We could be kings of the world.”
“I’d be a queen.”
“It’s a metaphor.” Another grin. “From a movie.”
“Which one?”
“Forget.”
Milo said, “So what’d you guys do after you left?”
“We ate,” said Leventhal.
“Denny’s,” said Amadpour. “In Westwood.”
“Waffles and links,” said Leventhal.
“Tuna salad,” said Amadpour.
“Okay?” said Leventhal. “Can we go live our life?” His hand brushed Amadpour’s cheek. She colored at the jawline. Lifting his backpack, he began walking toward the gray house.
Milo said, “None of this seems to bother you, Todd.”
