The blacklight room was fully an orgy room and I was getting my dick sucked by a murderous babydoll when Gao comes in and tells me that Jules is throwing up in the bathroom.
I go to the bathroom and knock. “Jules?” There’s no response so I’m about to knock again and say “Jules” again but then it’s Ashley from inside and she’s screaming at me and screaming into the toilet at the same time: “You go fuck her. You fuck her!” Sound of the toilet lid: clack on the porcelain. She’s gripping it with both hands. “You go fuck that little girl.” Then mumbling.
I turn around; Gao’s gone. It wasn’t Jules, it was Ash. I find Gao in the blacklight room. He and Leonard Mastin are touching each other’s eyebrows. Brushing them with their fingers. That’s gonna be awkward in the morning.
“Gao. Hi Mastin. Gao—“
Mastin pulls me down with them (rolling on the floor).
“I see you and Hong discussed that thing I mentioned.”
“We did,” Mastin says. “Now we’re brushing eyebrows. You should try it.” Mastin takes my hand and puts it on Gao’s eyebrow. “It feels nice, doesn’t it. Is he rolling?”
“Gao,” I say. I’m brushing both his eyebrows with my hands, both at the same time. Gao’s smiling blissfully, eyes closed. “That wasn’t Jules, man.”
“It wasn’t?”
“It’s Ash.”
Hong just smiles.
“She’s pissed she think’s I’m fucking Jules or something. Talking about me ’fucking that little girl’.”
“You should fuck her,” Hong says. “You should.”
“How old is she?” Mastin says.
“I don’t know Mastin are you having a good time?”
Mastin takes my hand. “Fantastic. That thing that Hong and I discussed is awesome.”
“Awesome? That’s a new word for you.”
“I use it in my spare time,” he says.
“Do you guys need some water?”
“Do this,” Mastin says. And I’m brushing a Mead Vice President’s eyebrows. On Monday we’ll be sitting in a conference room on the third floor and Mastin will be there in a suit and tie, and me and him and Hong Yang Gao will politely discuss capacity, availability, and performance issues with the Mead research application. Leonard Mastin will have absolutely no guilt about this because you come down soft on ecstasy, you yawn a lot, you realize it’s ten the next morning, and you go to sleep. That will be his Saturday. On Sunday, he’ll feel fine, he’ll go out to lunch with his wife, he’ll eat solid food again. And that’ll be it. He and Hong will always help each other in the office, from this point forward. It’s not a gay thing. They’re just friends now.
“How old is that girl?” Mastin says, “The one you’re going to fuck.”
“I don’t know, she’s—“
“She’s twenty,” Hong says.
“How do you know?”
“I was talking with her earlier,” Hong informs me. “She’s twenty and she’s an actress and she’s brilliant.” Hong pokes my chest. “You would like her.”
“I do like her.”
“Then go get her.” That’s Leonard Mastin.
“Are you two gonna be okay? Do you want me to bring you some waters?”
“I’ll get them,” Hong says. He gets up on his knees. “You go find your girl. She’s in the bathroom. Vomiting. You hold her head.”
“Hong. Sit the fuck down.”
Hong looks inordinately shocked.
“Hong. Sit down. You’re not going anywhere. If you get up to get the waters you’re never going to find your way back and then you two won’t be able to..uhh..”
Mastin brushes Hong’s eyebrows.
“Right. I’ll be right back.”
“Find her in the bathroom,” Hong says. And he points. He points to the front of the house, where the stairs are.
Oh! “Which bathroom is she in, Hong?”
He points again. “I told you downstairs.”
Oh! She’s in the other bathroom. Ash is in the upstairs bathroom, puking. Jules is in the downstairs bathroom, doing the same. How classic.