All The Odds

Twenty-Six

"Where is Claire?" Iverson demanded as he brushed past Biggie who opened the door for him and strolled into his living space without preambles.

"Well, hello to you too mate. Come into my house and please, by all means walk like you own it." Came the sarcastic reply Iverson was in no mood for.

He turned around to face his friend with an expression that should have said it all, if Biggie was one for reading expressions.

"I'm looking for Blue."

"You color blind?" He asked, raising his brows.

Iverson began to pace the little space left in their small and packed living room and Biggie watched with interest.

"Please, understand that I'm in no mood or shape for your asshat-ery right now. I had only about five minutes of sleep last night, I've been to and from Downtown just this morning and now I'm on the verge of losing my mind."

"Whoa, how hard can it be to find blue?" Biggie asked. "You've come to the right place then, I've got a couple of blue shirts, tailored pants or jeans? What's your preference?"

Iverson stopped pacing to give him a levelled look and suddenly like a switch came on in his mind, Biggie's eyes sparked in understanding.

"Oh shit, that was why you asked for Claire?" He said, then began to shake his head. "Sorry mate, I'm not even going to ask how long you've had this fetishism, because to each his own. But you're not touching my girlfriend's blue lingeries. That's a no go area."

Iverson groaned and face palmed himself. "How the hell am I friends with you again?"

"Cause I'm cool as shit?" Biggie grinned, looking rather pleased with himself. Iverson couldn't be more relieve when Claire made her entrance.

"Hi." She greeted.

"The sensible one! Thank God." Iverson breathed. "Have you seen Blue?"

"Not since Jenna and I dragged her to your photoshoot." She answered with a frown. "What's going on?"

And so he explained. How Blue came to his place the previous day and met Valeria, how the situation was very incriminating and she must have misconstrued it. How he has been going nut searching for her since then.

"Have you checked with Daniel?" Claire asked and he nodded rapidly.

It was the first thing he did when he got to their place and found it empty. Daniel told him he hadn't been home in a while and would rather not get involve in their 'drama' this time. His friendship with Blue was already less than stellar and Iverson was single handedly at fault.

But he also advice Iverson to wait it out. Wherever Blue was, she'd most certainly come back home to sleep. Iverson had thought so too and after calling her phone a couple of hundred times to no success, he had no choice but to wait but Blue never came home.

"I hate to be that guy," Biggie butted into his and Claire's silent consideration. "You, my friend have dated this girl for what, one month? And you've had more issues than Claire and I have managed in one year. Which is really impressive but like how are you doing that?"

Iverson kept his eyes on Claire and refused to acknowledge Biggie, he had only asked himself that particular question about two dozen times that morning and it wasn't even mid day yet. He would like to know how he always end up on the fucked up line too.

"Help me find her please." He said to Claire. He had gone back Downtown to see if she by any slim chance returned to his place and from what he gathered from Valeria's father, no one has been there.