Chad is one of these people who will fuck up a dance floor.
“Chad. What are you doing?”
Chad is behind me with his hands on my neck. “I’m fucking up the dancefloor.”
He kisses my neck. That’s just the way Chad and I are.
Ash is next to me. My strobe lights are working; they’re pointed at the disco ball. The light in the room is..crazy. Karen is half-sitting on Brickman’s lap; that’s what I’m talking about. Corny little girl and corny little guy: get together. Have stories to tell on Monday. Get funny stares at work; they’ll only be from Gao. Where’s that VP I invited? Didn’t I invite a VP?
“Didn’t I invite a VP to this bitch?” I’ve got a firewater shot in my hand.
Ash says: “Are you gonna drink that?”
I do. Cinnamon. Shot. Gone. Glass on the counter.
“What were you saying?”
“What was I saying?”
“Something about ’a bitch’.”
I lean into Ash. “I was saying: didn’t we invite a VP to this bitch?”
“Did you?”
“I don’t know; did I?”
Ashley shrugs.
I think I invited Mastin. I’m pretty sure I invited Leonard Mastin, VP of Mead Research. I hope that motherfucker shows.
We’ve got: well first of all, we’ve got MR employees, who are married, on ecstasy, making out with each other on the couch.
“Did you give them ecstasy?”
“Yes.”
That would be Gao, Brickman, and Karen.
“How much did you give them?”
“I gave them one.”
“Did you give it to them?”
“I sold it to them. Well. Gao I gave two. And I gave them to him.”
Ashley says: “Keep an eye on him.”
“Gao’s fine. I’ll take him a water.”
“Is he drinking?”
I shake my head.
“Are they?”
Brickman and Karen? “A little.”
Ash looks at me. “You get Gao. I’ll get them one.”
I nod. Gao is on the back of the couch, with Karen’s head between his legs, playing with her hair. He’s got strings of it between his fingers, like spider webs.
Ash is already across the room and she has waters for Hong, Brickman, and Karen. I hope Brickman and Karen fuck tonight. I think that would be delightful.
Chad is on that girl MJ and it’s him and the flasher; trenchcoat, hair, both flying.