In This Place

Makeshift Moments

                                   

"Don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head"—Blink182

"I don't know, Cory. The more I think about it...once I sobered up anyway...I have a feeling that that old broad thought my fucking her was more like a sea turtle trying to climb onto a raft then it was a masterful plowing, like I first imagined."

"Are you fucking kidding me right now??" Cory snapped. It was a beautiful day and her and Switcher were propped up on the deck of The Hairy Turtle, drinking craft drinks that were extraordinarily good, but Cory wasn't enjoying the moment.

She'd spent the rest of the day before hanging out with Sarah, something she hadn't done in quite a while, and realized why as she listened to her room mate wax poetic over her new love, Lance, who was so thin if he turned sideways he'd simply disappear and had strange whorled hair that he had compared to a guinea pig and seemed proud of that strange fact.

"Cory! He told me that an investigator entering a crime scene where there was a shooting can be covered with more gunshot residue then the actual shooter and also...also! Did you know that DNA profiling was used to identify the bodies of the Russian royal family that was murdered during the Russian Revolution in 1917??"

Sarah had been simply glowing as she related the info and Cory just hadn't had the heart to ask if that was Lance's idea of foreplay though she had a sneaking suspicion that it was. And now here she was with Switcher who thought he might have mistakenly imitated a sea turtle while...

Kris was having lunch with Collin

"No Cor, I'm not kidding. I now distinctly remember not having any rhythm at all and kind of floundering about. I'd kind of been hoping I'd been such a virile stud she'd feel the need to send me a little thank you, like maybe a Benz or a small yacht. But she hasn't. Because...would you send a thrashing sea turtle a gift? I think not." Switcher stared morosely at his Old-Fashioned he'd asked to have made with tequila. Even Cory, with as much as she drank, didn't have the courage to order the same. She took a sip of the drink she'd ordered, something called a Harvest Sour, that she'd promptly asked to have extra bourbon added to.

"She may still send something yet, Switch. Sea turtles are an endangered species, she may take pity on you." Cory said absently as she watched the tourists stroll by. Switcher was silent for a few moments as he studied her.

"Okay. What's up with you? You're always an asshole and I wrote that off to you coming from a long line of anal crevices, but today...you're extra. Why so extra?"

Cory scowled. If she told Switcher the truth, he would not be helpful simply because he never had been in the past.

"Is it the little chat you had with Kris?"

Cory held up her finger for another drink and quickly switched tactics. If she had to choose between the two, Kris and Collin were the easier discussion.

"No, she's out on a date right now. A lunch date. With this front desk asshole at Monteverde who's in love with her but she says he's a friend. He hated me on sight and the feeling is mutual. So mutual. I actually feel jealous of the people who have never met him."

Switcher started to laugh then abruptly stopped as he took in Cory's thunderous expression.

"Umm...okay. A date?? I didn't think Kris had it in her. And...a guy? Really?"

"Oh, fuck you." Cory replied and downed her drink and started on the fresh one the waiter had just set on the table. "No, she really thinks their friends. They play violins together or something. I've told her he's in love with her, but she just doesn't see it."