Meanwhile, Sylvester is upstairs ordering a round of Jagerbombs for some girls he knows from class. They tell him he looks good and he knows it because his shirt is tight around his chest and he doesn't hesitate to flex his arms as he turns with the shots. Drink up ladies - oh yes, yes - down those pretty lips and I'll come with another shot.
Life can be a vicious cycle.
Sylvester looks around for Charlie because even though everything is still hazy, he's been having dreams that make him wake up sweating and ashamed of himself. The dreams make his dick burn and for some reason he gets all choked up. Charlie is in every dream. His voice, his laugh - haunting Sylvester these past weeks - and he still hasn't gone to the walk-in clinic because once you know you have something you're obligated to tell the bitches, which just wasn't going to work for him.
Sylvester ducks into the washroom because a girl he fucked last year comes up the stairs. On the dance floor bodies convulse in pulses against the seizuring lights. And there's one girl on the dance floor with a red dress on. She's swaying half-heartedly to the music with a couple of her friends, but all of a sudden these two guys come up and steal the other two prettier girls away. So the girl in the red dress goes over to the bar and she's not ugly by any means, but tonight she feels ugly - for whatever reason. Maybe because her cat just died. Or because her best-friend Shannon is having a hard time with her ex and is too depressed to come out. Or there could be an exam coming up that she's not ready for - or maybe she just killed and mutilated a homeless person and used his eyes for pieces of chewing gum. Either way, she orders another vodka and cran - even though she feels a bit like puking already. And thinking about all of this makes her feel dumb, useless - and for whichever one of these reasons, this girl in the red dress is going to go home with some random guy tonight and fuck him. She's going to get pregnant and even though both he and she will want to get an abortion, she won't be able to go through with it.
Sylvester comes out of the bathroom pretty drunk because he downed what was left of his mix drink in the bathroom. He notices the girl in the red dress standing at the bar but moves on because she looks like one of those emotional ones.
He notices Pat and Den on the dance floor with a couple girls, some mutual acquaintances, so to speak. And Syl shakes his way over there, grabs one of the little blonds (her name might be Tracy) and pulls her ass into him while he gyrates her hips into his infected dick. He was still dreading to hear from Samantha.
And Charlie boy - wait till I get my hands on you. He was a sly little fucker, staying so close to me all this time. What sort of man gets that hung up over a girl? You get the job done, you pull your pants up and you get the hell outta there - if she's the one who wants to leave first then it's that much easier! I can't understand it - such a girly man. Always throwing his little fits, breaking every goddamn cell phone he's ever owned. He's just a spoiled pervert with an ego twice the size of his cock?
Syl starts sweating and goes outside for a smoke. The spring air is moist and the cigarette tastes good mixed in with all the booze. Sylvester smiles and thinks more about Charlie boy.
Hell, Samantha wasn't even that good of a lay. She had a nice cunt and all but she never really got into it when I fucked her. I mean she hardly ever came - which is just weird. Some chick tried to tell me it was 99% mental for women, but when I stuck my cock inside her she learned right quick. It didn't work that way with Samantha for some reason. Maybe that's why Charlie boy liked her so much. Probably made the little fuck feel big - powerful or something. Where does he come off with that giant fucking mouth of his? Well who has the last laugh now, Charlie boy?
Back inside there seems to be twice as many dudes upstairs than chicks - Patty and Den have disappeared along with the girls Sylvester knows - so he lumbers his way downstairs and prowls around the entrance for a bit, offering girls cigarettes while they come out all drunk and dripping. The bouncers notice him and shake their heads. Syl runs to the alley across the road to take a piss because his dick is burning again. There's a dumpster in the alley and while Syl pulls out his aching cock a shadow moves behind him that he fails to notice.
'Maybe I oughta head to Percy Street,' he thinks to himself.
Paul looks out the window of his new car as he drives back from another business meeting.
Meredith sighs into her palm.
Pat and Den double team a girl they bring back from the bar and high five each other while they're inside her.
Natasha is gone.
There's a boy somewhere lying in his bed listening to static because he can't stand to be alone.
Sylvester emerges from the alleyway, wiping his hands on his jeans and lighting up another smoke. The crowd is thinning out now and Sylvester's buzz is wearing off. He fumbles in his pocket, playing with the pill of Viagra that he brought out with him tonight. The prospects weren't looking all that good at this point though. His dick is sore and he just wants to go home.
He waves down a grey car.
I killed Jordan Spade
Please Help
Samantha looks at her phone and somewhere out on the street, a homeless person dies in the cold and no one notices. A patch of ice melts, a car drives by and another baby gets born into a void world.
Where is he in all of this?
The grey car stops and Sylvester opens the back door, falling into the backseat with great ease, and the driver gives him a quiet nod as the unmarked Impala moves slowly away from the curb, merging with the rest of the traffic.
The End.
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