Amidst Silver and Rust

03 | A Great Divide

Work on Friday had left me in serious need of alcohol and when Emma calls, I take her up on her offer to meet for drinks. I'd passed out last night after Keegan and I had stuffed our faces with pizza and despite attempting to sleep in this morning, the transplantation paper that I had to get started on for Immunology class had me tossing and turning in bed.

I'd spend the first half of the day working on my paper before jumping into the shower. I was doing my makeup on my bed using a large, hand-held mirror when Keegan showed up in the doorway.

"You going out?" he asks holding a bowl of cereal. The bowl looks tiny in his large hand as he scoops a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. I take notice of the fact that his hair is all over the place and I wonder if he'd even run a comb through it this morning. Nevertheless, it suited him.

"Is that kosher or at least stamped with a Laurel Beesly seal of approval?" I tease regarding his cereal.

He raises his middle finger and I cackle before bringing my mirror up to my face again in order to finish lining my eye.

"No one fucks with my Reese's puffs," he replies.

"Maybe you should grow a pair, say that to her face."

"You know I can't. She's too fucking sensitive," he mumbles tilting his head back in order to keep milk from spewing out of his mouth as he speaks.

He walks over and takes a seat in front of me on the bed prompting me to cross my legs. He offers me some of his cereal and spoon-feeds it to me when I lean forward and open my mouth.

"So where are you going?" he asks a second time.

"Downtown. Gonna grab some shots." I smile before biting down on my lower lip and jouncing on the bed with excitement.

"With what money?" he asks smirking.

I lightly shove him by the shoulder. "Fuck you. I'm using my credit card. I haven't used it in months and I don't want to risk having it deactivated."

He nods and watches me apply my makeup. I place my mirror down again, well aware of the fact that I probably look crazy with only one eye done.

"What's wrong, Keegan? You're hovering."

He shakes his head and looks down at his cereal. "I'm tired. Greg rode us pretty hard today because a customer brought his machine in again and accused us of not working on it. He thinks Greg tried to con him."

"Maybe the problem was just more extensive. Fuck Greg. You're almost done with school so you won't have to put up with his ass much longer."

I bring my mirror up to my face again and begin working on my other eye. Keegan remains seated on my bed and eats his cereal in silence before I cap my eyeliner and tell him that I need to get dressed.

"Do you want to come along?" I ask pressing my towel to my chest after rising from the bed.

"Don't tempt me. I promised Laurel I wouldn't drink too much this weekend."

I roll my eyes before walking over to my closet. "Since when do you make such promises? C'mon, I'll buy you a couple of shots. You look like you can use some."

He chews down on his lip and contemplates my offer. "Fuck it. Let me jump in the shower."

He disappears and I begin rummaging through my closet for something to wear. It was warm out despite the night and I slide into a pair of dark, skinny jeans and a fitted, white top with lace overlay. Having allowed my hair to dry naturally, I apply a little bit of product in order to keep my long locks from frizzing.