Between the yelling and all the beer you just drank, you can hardly hear yourself think. Katharine was giving you eyes all night, and you know it’s a bad idea but little by little it’s seeming like less of one. Even if she’s a little obsessive she’s at least cute and tonight that might be good enough. Has she been drinking too? You don’t know but you know you have and you spilled it all over the big green tractor in the basement but cleaned it up with paper towel so it’s probably OK. Winning is hard sometimes. Someone is writing something on your stomach with a Sharpie but even if you could see you probably wouldn’t be able to read anything right now. You assume it’s a penis and try smudging it out with your hand. Doesn't work. Is someone making bacon? You’re not sure but you’d like some if they are.
She hands you a bottle of champagne asks you if you can open it for her and her hand feels warm against your chest. Katie is also here and it’s her house and she’d probably not like it if. Funny how they have the same name. Different people though and they have very different aims in mind which in your state you’re having trouble sorting out. You see her sitting at that secondhand piano just watching you and you’re not sure how you can without upsetting her. But Katharine is very close now and your brain is rolling around the inside of your head like a yolk and you’re the egg. The warmth you feel makes sense, it is tangible and she decides you need to be put to bed and pulls you towards the staircase. You look to see if Katie sees you but by the time you turn she’s gone.
(Use the first or third theme of this week as the setting for an incident. How does the scene affect what happens?)
No comments:
Post a Comment