Heart Of A Fighter

Drunken Mistakes

Two minutes later would've been way better, but he wasn't even thirty minutes late. Time always passes you by so quickly and unexpectedly when all you wanted time to do was freeze for a while.

Damien wished time could be friendly with him today, but time had his own plans. Time only waved Damien hello and was out of the door quicker than quick.

One hour late.

That's exactly how much time he took up with Anjelica and Lavender. Obviously, Lavender was the one who had most of his time. With the remaining time he had left, Damien managed to solve his problem.

His BIG problem.

It wasn't easy while looking at Lavender in the face, so he went in to shower number two. Showers couldn't solve all the problems in the world, but it could his. Unfortunately, not this time though. This time an icy cold shower was no help at all.

Pictures of old women in bikinis didn't work.

Thinking about smelly socks and dirty laundry didn't even work.

Issac worked. All it took was a glimpse of the past to calm him in one way, but to stir him up in another.

Being one hour late and apologizing couldn't calm a frustrated Shavon. Shavon always valued time, quoting that "time is not on our side."

He was right. He always is--most of the time.

Hence, when Damien arrived at their get together place, he wasn't even surprised to see Shavon cracking his knuckles.

"Sor-"

Big mistake.

Shavon hated meaningless apologies.

Shavon smacked his lips boredly and rolled his shoulders. "Great timing, Charming Ryder. I was in the middle of getting a fucking blowjob when you called so this better be good. Now forget the apologies and tell me why Kalif and I are here."

Damien didn't call Kalif but of course, he would be there. They never came here without the other.

"I had to handle a few....errands."

Shavon gave him that look like he knew exactly what a few 'errands' were. Damien watched the man he was best friends with from the very beginning of middle school, cross his legs at the ankle, press his back against the battered wall, and pulled a cigarette up to his lips.

"Yeah, like Lavender," Shavon said her name as if it were bitter on his tongue. He inhaled with his mouth shut tightly as he let a puff of smoke leave through his nose.

Damien tried rubbing the frustration off his face with his hands. "Keep her out of this."

"I'm getting ti-"

"That's not what we came for. Hurry up so that I can go."

Both of them were taken aback by Kalif's sudden outburst.

Kalif always the chill one in their group, but sometimes the chill guy couldn't take it anymore. Sometimes the chill guy had his own problems to deal with, and two of his friends bickering about their problems wasn't going to help him solve his. So they swallowed down their insults.

He looked distant.

Both of his hands were on a chair in front of him as he sat hunchbacked with his legs stretched out. Headphones around his neck as always, he closed his eyes, biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to bruise it.

"You okay there, K?"

Still, with eyes closed tightly, Kalif answered Damien with confidence. Too bad actions speak louder than words. "Always am. Always will."

Shavon noticed that too but thought better than pressing on for answers that Kalif really didn't want to tell.

"On with it, Charming," Shavon told Damien, deciding to give Kalif his space.

"Today I met this woman. Big flirty eyes. Dark silky skin. Plump lips. Bad kisser but unfortunately she was a virgin a few weeks ago. She told me she lost her virginity to a 'handsome' bastard with pink 'soft' lips. Have an idea of who the guy is?"

"I would've to say me, but I don't remember sleeping with a vir-" Shavon stopped talking quickly when he seemed to remember something. He threw the cigarette down, crushing it with the heel of his boot.

Slowly and lazily, Shavon slid down, letting out a long hallow breathe.

"I remember."

Damien had big ears for nothing because he managed to hear the faint words of Shavon that was barely a whisper.

"I remember sleeping with a virgin. The same description you just gave me, but her kisses were awesome. She stood out from every other chick at the club."

"Sounds like a movie," Damien scoffed.

Shavon winked. "Not entirely. Grace Kelly said and I quote 'Your dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman, but loose enough to show you're a lady.' That describes her perfectly. She wore a long dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways and I'm not exaggerating. Who goes to a club with a long dress on?"

Softly Shavon chuckled, licking his lips. He sucked on it for a moment, smiling at a hidden memory before coming back to the present to continue.

"Please continue," Kalif yawned, this time his back against the wall. His head was tilted back with his eyes still closed.

"Anyways, I approached her, dropped coupla lines on her, but she was smart and had an answer for everything I said unlike those retarded chicks. Looks with no fucking brain. We talked and drank each other along with a few cups of whiskey."

Damien nodded in understanding. "You were drunk, no wonder you thought her kisses were awesome."

Shavon waved his hands, dismaying another unnecessary debate.

"No, or was it vodka? Perhaps it was--whatever, we drank until we were drunk. I don't remember much after that except for waking up next to a woman, and I left before she woke up."

They allowed the words to linger in the air. Damien got the hint that Shavon was done, because the memories danced in his eyes, but didn't say any more. Somethings really weren't meant to be told and Damien understood.

"She's pregnant. High chance it's for you," Damien said, dropping the bomb.

"Me a father?" He manically laughed and it slowly died down when his friends didn't join him.

"Yeah, that's what I said," Damien answered seriously. Damien and Kalif watched as the ugly truth gave their friend a blow to the face. The truth hurts alright.

Big time.

"I'm not ready."