Pg. 4
The troupe arrives at SM's apartment, slightly over-sugared, slightly intoxicated from the syrupy margaritas ingested not an even an hour prior. They fall out of the cabs, ready to continue a Parsons-inspired drinking spree. Standing in front of SM's lobby, it is decided that the Newly-Engaged, the Hated-Boy, and she will go off to the liquor store to buy a bottle of "something, anything."
"Are you we just leaving SM by himself?"
"Well, the others will be here soon."
"Do you think they'll want whiskey? I want to drink whiskey - what do you think, Colleen?"
"I looove whiskey. I vote whiskey."
"Let's get Jack."
She must have made a face, because something prompted the next comment: "Um... or not? Do you not like Jack Daniels?"
"No, no, that's fine. And I know Knoxville likes Jack."
The three are given directions on how to get to the liquor store - "Three blocks up - just past that second stoplight." They make their journey, haggle over the prices at the store, pick up Club Soda, Coke, and Diet Coke, and make their way back. The walk seems a lot longer than the walk to the store - her ankles buckling a little with each improper step, causing her to lag behind the other two. Finally, they end back up at SM's.
His apartment is fully-loaded, and now is fully-stocked. They begin to pour drinks, drop drinks, drink drinks, chat about absolutely nothing, watch SM smoke a cigar and a cigarette at once. Some pass out, others get pissed off about the incessant clomping coming from above their heads.
"That is fucked up - what are they doing up there?"
"I don't know - sometimes you can hear them having sex. I'm going to complain to the doorman, and he'll tell the landlord."
"Wait - no, no, I'm going to go up there and tell them to stop it."
"I am soooo going with you."
"I'll go!" She is lying. She won't be getting up from the ottoman-seat anytime soon; she watches two leave.
After a while, the two have come back, SM has complained to the doorman, and they are all ready to depart once again. She is trying in vain to wake up Knoxville, who is snuggled into the crux of Pinkie's shoulder.
"Come on, come on! Wake up!"
2005-05-26 | 12:00 p.m.
