The penthouse Carson's lived in had three walls align of windows, a direct tenebrous view of downtown Orlando. Down below the highways and streets filled with Lurid cars. Morning jobs clocked out from their jobs and the night jobs beginning to run their businesses.
"Let's bring it up a notch here!." Carson says as he dials the volume up. The speakers shake the windows and people cheer. He thrusts his head like a turkey, unblinking as the gold chaines around his neck quiver.
Eliza standing next to him rolls her eyes and he return grabs her arm, throwing her over his shoulder. She slaps his back. "Put me down! I'm going to be sick." Carson stumbles his pace down and throws her next to me on the leather brown couch. She flops and her head lulls to the side. I lean away. Don't puke on me.
Carson looks over to me. "Lowell why aren't you partying, need some help?" His brows wiggles toward Eliza. "No thanks." Never been interested in her before and not planning to have a one night of fun. Not worth the consequences that occur the next day.
Ren comes over and slings Eliza's arm over his shoulder. "Told you not to drink on an empty stomach." She mimics him. "It's those clam shells." He nods with a yea sure look.
"Whatever."
Carson's eyes sprung open. An idea forming. Never a good thing. "A drink will make that up." Yep, a non-plausible solution. "Ren, bring her to the bar. I got the right drink for her." He scurries off to the bar- a recent built thanks to his father.
Having a rich daddy must be nice.
"Hey, rock star." a man said behind me. Not this guy again. I feign a smile as Blaine walks around the couch and sits a few inches from me. "Thought you I found you here." Not like I want to be here but my contract demands it. Instead I say, "Just chillin for the main event."
A wry grin reaches the glimmer in his eye. "What is it."
"Can't say."
"Oh c'mon, I won't a say a peep." The eagerness gloaming deep into the iris. Withholding my sigh, I relent. "Truth is...I don't know."
His voice deprecates. "Your lying." I wasn't. I didn't ask Carson or the others what was for tonight's exliberating stunt. Another pointless act for viewership. "Isn't not knowing the best part?" I taunt back.
Blaine thinks it over. "It might. But not knowing is never quite as thrilling then anticipating." The leery grin has my face wanting to grimace. A strange guy he was. If there was someone out there who had the best interest in me at heart, now will be a good time to save me.
A yoot ascends closer behind me and I jolt as the figure jump rolls over the couch, landing right beside me.
Holly.
She smiles, ignoring Blaine who was recovering from his own ramshackle heart attack. "Lowell, great that your here. I need help getting the beer." That was lie. We had plenty from ren and her restocking earlier. The not so deliberate gleam in he told me to play along.
You are my angel.
"Stuck in the car again. Told you to get the trunk looked out. " Getting myself off the overstuff excuse of a couch.
"Worse. Were out. And my chips are gone."
"Trip to the convenience store then." She claps my shoulder. "I'll treat you for the heavy lifting." I stifle a chuckle under my breath. We both knew I never lifted a heavy weight other than my guitars.
Blaine himself get up. "I'll come with you guys."
Please don't.
"Carson shots!" We turn our heads to the guy himself holding two shot glasses in the air and then downing both of them. At the same time. I turn back to Blaine. "Have you ever had the Carson shots?"
"No are they good?"
"Varying to person to person. He doesn't make them all the time." Not the same one but their all garbage. Holly claps her hands, leaning close to him. "Trust me. There a 'you only live once' type of drink."
That seemed to convince him enough. "I'll save you both a shot then." She waves it off. "Don't worry, We've had plenty before." Too many times that I wished I didn't.
We enter the elevator. Blaine smiling as the doors take their time closing. I give him a salut in hopes that he'll turn away and make his way over to Carson and the group.
He didn't.
I glance at the numbered buttons. The circle one rimmed with rid of our chosen destination. Hurry up already, the guy creeps me out.
The door closes with ding and the box descends down.
"Does that guy blink?" Holly mutters.
I really don't want to know.
"Don't know." I lean back against the metal wall. "So where to?"
"The convenience store. I want my chips." I'll buy all of it if it means I don't have to come back up there so soon. "My treat then." She grinned and nudges my shoulder.
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