Thrifty

9

When it was time for dinner, I am staring as the microwave is cooking and rotating the ramen noodles inside it, and feel myself drooling. It may not be the most expensive food in the world, but I love munching on them.

I was interrupted by pounding on the door. That's odd, since I rarely get visitors. Feeling curious, I walked to the door and peeked out the peep hole. There is a gothic girl dressed sexy in black. She knocked a second time, and made my ears ring with my face planted to the door.

Opening it, I answered. "Yes?"

She popped gum in her mouth. "Jeremy?"

I narrowed my eyes. "How do you know my name?"

That's when Anthony opened his door across from us, and is wearing no shirt, panty hose tied around his forehead, and has icing smeared on his face with a beer bottle in his hand. What the hell? "Yo Jeremy. I see you've met Valerie. Told her if anyone is nice enough to give a person a ride, that's you man."

Now it's starting to make sense. "Anthony." I tried to but another girl's voice called him from inside. "Coming!" he yelled before closing the door, and leaving me alone with one of his girl toys. Crap.

And soon, we are in the car with nothing but awkward silence between us. "So, how do you know Anthony?" I asked in an attempt to break the ice, before mentally slapping my own forehead. It should be obvious how they know each other. For a moment she didn't answer, she just kept typing away on her cell phone.

"We met at the Flamingo. My friend and I work there, and he offered us a great deal if we join him for a rendezvous." She pursed her lips. "Turns out he chose my friend over me and wasted my time and didn't pay me a dime." My jaw dropped. "That's awful. What a slime ball." She laughed. "I thought you were his friend." I snorted. "I live across the hall, but we don't hang out or anything like that. Partying isn't my thing." I stated. She rolled her eyes before covering her mouth. "Pull over." I looked at her in confusion before she hurled all over my car.

"Ew." I gagged before she reached for the steering wheel. "I said pull over." The car is swerving as we fought for control of it. "You men are all the same." She sneered before puking all over me. I screeched to a halt and jumped out and tried wiping the slime off, and next thing I know the door slammed shut and Valerie is driving away. "Hey!" I ran after her, but she sped away. "Loser!" She yelled as a plastic shopping bag flew out the window. I stomped my foot angrily. "Damn it!"