Comedy of Confusions

14. Minax: Stupid & Insane

She heard him slip away softly. She did not mind it. That he sat down with her, listening and speaking to her in itself was very unexpected, a tad bit uncomfortable looking back. She was happy to be back with the company of stars, rivers and the frogs.

Now that she had started talking, she could not stop. So what if she had to talk to the river or the frogs. They might not be able to participate in a conversation but sure they were great listeners and she loved the idea. Whatever nonsense she could speak and get away with. There was no Made-in-America-Superhero around that she had to be conscious of what came out of her mouth. There was no Sam to reprimand her and remind her of propriety. There was absolutely no one to judge and no pressure to say the right things.

"This feels f***ing good" She giggled at this opportunity to go overboard. "Cannot wait for Cheney. By tomorrow this time, I will be sitting here with Cheney. If it's affordable, we will drink this Champagne or at least something nice."  She was thoroughly enjoying the champagne.

"Bullshit! No no Elephant shit! We will drink the same champagne. Why f***ing earn at all if I cannot spend it on freaking good things in life. Cheney will f***ing love it. And I should take a bottle home for Sam too. Poor old Sam, how can I forget him." She continued feeling empowered that there was no one stopping her from being a potty mouth.

"You must be the first person to spend your entire evening thinking of your brothers." the unmistakable voice was back.

"f***!"  She choked on the champagne, startled yet again. "I thought you were gone." she whispered. What the F was he doing here? Definitely not playing hide and seek. Was he trying to spy on me? To snitch later and get me into the bad books of Nandini ma'am?

Minax pondered over Krish's appearance and disappearance.

"Were these the Kebabs you wanted?" Krish held her a platter.

Minax could not believe it was happening. Was it some kind of Champagne induced trance? Nah.. she was nowhere close to being drunk. Was she dreaming? But then she could smell the kebabs. Can one smell in dreams?

Krish cleared his throat in an attempt to induce her into accepting the platter.

Minax reached out apprehensively as if she expected the platter to disappear if she touched it. And when she touched it, she squealed.

"It is not a dream." She exclaimed joy fully and grabbed the platter.  Krish picked up a smallish plate in the platter and set down a bottle next to her.

"Thought you might want to refill your drink." Krish went back to his boulder.

"Um! All for me ?" Minax could not believe her luck. Before she could hear him respond, she happily refilled her flute and stuffed her mouth with a piece of kebab.

"This is f***ing unbelievable" She continued with her potty mouth, unaware.

"You continue to surprise me. Never thought you could be a sailor." Krish chuckled.

"I can only swim, not sail. Someday though I should try sailing. I will plant that idea in Cheney's head tomorrow. They must have adventure water sports around here, like sailing or parasailing. That will be fun.. Parasailing with Cheney. Bugger is such a chicken, scared of heights. It will be so much fun to see him scream. " She continued rambling. The champagne had further led her guards down.

"Are you always with your brothers?"  Krish repeated.

That did not sit well with Minax, for she always knew that was her truth. For all her angst on being the last single, she very well knew that it was only herself she could blame. Whenever did she make an effort to hang out with new people? She had always been content in the company of her close friends and brothers. Over time friends got busy with their lives leaving her in the company of her brothers.  It was only now that she was making an effort to snag a boyfriend, that too set up by her brother, as if she were totally incapable of doing it on her own. But obviously, she could not own it up, not to some random Made-In-America-Superhero, who could have dated the best of people in his city.