We were at my house—it was me, Ashley, and Chad. Everyone was trying on clothes.
“What do you think about this?” That’s Chad. He’s wearing a skirt, as usual, and trying on my jackets.
Ashley says it doesn’t go.
Chad tries on a new one. “What about this?” He asks in this sultry way.
We’re trying to go to an art show. “It starts in half an hour.”
“So?” Chad’s getting all sultry with Ashley on my futon now. He’s kissing her in the ear. “We don’t wanna be early.”
“I wouldn’t mind being a little bit early,” I say.
Chad says: “Is your stuff set up?”
“I set it up this afternoon.”
“Did you see the one I put up?”
“Yeah,” I say, “It looked good.”
“Which one did you put up?”
“You can see it,” I say, “when you get there. I’m getting coffee.”
“You don’t drink coffee.”
“I’m getting coffee anyway. Do you want anything?”
“Chocolate buddha.” “Red eye.”
“Can you be dressed when I get back?”
They don’t answer.
I’m going out the door. “Don’t fuck on my bed, either."