He healed Me

~chapter thirteen~✔️

~chapter thirteen~

Pictures of some rock concert flickered on a huge flat screen A on the wall and threw colored lights on people and things. The volume was almost unbearable and even made the glasses on the tables dance.

Dario bent down to Andy. "Do you like it?" he asked him. Andy nodded... "Usic" he called again.

they made their way to the counter where the buffet was set up. A white-gloved bartender stood behind it, shaking a shaker. Hello, what are you taking?

Dario eyed the lined up alcohol. "A little of that." The bartender didn't respond. He just looked at Dario and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"What is? I'm of legal age", Dario said indignantly. "Yes of course. Orange soda or Coca-Cola, what do you want?"

Dario snorted. "Give me a Coke," he said. "Or better two with two straws..." The barman turned, poured the drinks and handed them to him.

"Thank you very much," Dario said a little ironically. Tiffany suddenly stood next to him and took his arm. "You could pass for that though," she said. "For what?"

"Well, for eighteen. You could pass as of legal age. Maybe with a little shorter hair." She ran her fingers over his temples. "That's Sam," she said, pointing to a girl sitting on a neon green sofa sat. Sam waved her over. "Come here. She looked at Andy

"Bring it with you."

"Oh, really now?" Dario replied. "I usually let him outside in the handicapped parking lot." Sam's eyes widened in shock.

"What a jerk!" Tiffany said. "He's kidding us, Sam! She grabbed Dario's shirt and pulled him to the sofa. "Come on," Tiffany said, sitting down. "You have to tell me everything, everything about you." "About me? And what do you want to know?"

"I don't know what you do, do you study, do you have a job... "But, Tiffany," Sam interrupted. She nodded at Andy. "Of course he takes care of him." "Oh," said Tiffany, embarrassed. "I'm sorry..."

"Actually," Dario said, "Andy takes care of me. He wash me, dress me and all." He leaned toward Andy.

"Well, it works like this: Andy... thirsty ."

Andy raised his hand with the coke. Dario leaned forward and drank one
Gulp and then straightened up again. "Wow," said Sam. "Great."

"Yeah, right?" Dario replied. "We'll perform it in the circus next week."

Tiffany giggled again. "Man, Sam, still not got it? He's kidding us again." Sam laughed. "I can not believe it! And that happens to me where I'm such
a checker."

They talked for a while, listening to the music.

Sam began to move to the beat, and Andy rocked back and forth as well. "Madness," said Tiffany. "Does he want to dance?"

"Of course he will,'' Sam replied. She stood up, smiled at him, held out her outstretched arms. Andy opened his hands, Sam took them. "You know you're good looking?" she yelled in his ear over the music.

Andy smiled and kept rocking to the rhythm of the music, Sam moved around him.

"You're making him dizzy," Tiffany said. But then she laughed and looked back at Dario.