Kristin stumbled over cracked concrete. She smoothed her skirt mechanically with her free hand, the cigarette in the other letting some of its ash fall. Behind her, she heard Alex do nearly the same thing - only in heels.
"Where the fuck does he live?" Alex said.
The street was dark, the lights strangely unlit though it was past dusk, early evening. Clouds had rolled in but decided to stay. Last night the moon was almost full, & the summer stars had been weirdly bright.
"That's his SUV," she said, though she didn't point. Or Alex couldn't see if she had.
They could hear laughter & chatter on a dark nearby porch. The plastic creaking of a cooler opening, followed by the rustling of wet ice as a bottle was lifted out, gave clues to the women though they still couldn't see anything or anyone.
"Someone didn't pay their bills," Alex muttered.
"I think they just haven't turned on any lights," said Kristin.
They heard the sounds of some Eagles' greatest hits record as someone opened a door, & Kristin turned to Alex & said, "Of course they're listening to that shit."
"Snob," laughed Alex, as she stood side-to-side with Kristin at the top of the sidewalk.
"Kristin!" a voice called out, & David was soon in front of them, holding a sweaty beer, pleased to meet Alex, offering her a damp hand.
The Eagles were replaced over time with Hall & Oates, or perhaps a band doing Hall & Oates covers, because the lead singer was a woman. Alex had been sitting on the back porch watching a small group start a fire, which they stood around, watching. Occasionally an insect zapped itself to death in unearthly blue at the far end of the porch, but Alex had gotten used to that sound. She had said something to someone earlier about wishing she had not quit smoking.
Kristin said, "Hey."
Alex said, "Hey."
Kristin said, "Are you ready to go?"
Alex said, "You want to go already?"
Kristin said, "Well, it's nearly one. Didn't you have that brunch thing?"
"I don't feel like I drank anything at all." She felt for the beer bottle at her side, shook it to remind herself it was empty.
"Hey," Kristin said, "you missed the whole porn party thing."
"What porn party thing?"
"David's friend George has a video camera," Kristin said. "He has apparently been visiting these web sites that are supposed to be like amateur porn filmed on parties. He spent the night trying to get people to have sex on camera."
"Oh no."
"He kept coming up to women & asking us to pretend it was Mardi Gras."
"Good lord."
Kristin laughed. "Someone took his camera away. Then they videotaped him throwing up in the bushes outside."
"Ha ha," Alex said.
"Do you mind," Kristin asked, "if I have one more cigarette before we go?"
"Sure," said Alex, & Kristin went inside again.
A sudden light in the corner of the backyard was shone on a balding, pudgy guy with a ponytail urinating by the back fence. The light came from a video camera. The handful of people in the backyard burst into laughter.
"Fuck you!" said George. "Fuck all y'all!"
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