The Man Who Dies for Fun

Unexpected People

Chapter Seventeen: Unexpected People

    "Uh, what are you doing in Halina's house?"

    "Excuse me?" I asked with mild anger. "This is my house. And a better question would be who are you? And why are you in my house?"

    This woman was hungover. Her breath reeked of something nasty. She was also just in her underwear. Somehow my coffee became super bitter.

"Halina told me this was her place," the woman said. "And I'm Nicki. You're being super loud by the way. If--ah my head."

Ah, my head is right.

Nicki walked up as Halina entered, but at least she was dressed in morning clothes. The date burped, near tumbling over the sink. She ran the faucet over her hands. "So much better. Halina, it appears you have a guest."

I gritted my teeth, not sure who to be mad at. Halina came up with a more sullen voice. "Hey, so I see you've met Nicki. As you can see we crashed here last night. Glad you made it back from wherever."

"Halina, can you tell your friend to clothe herself. And use the Goddamn bathroom sink."

Nicki leaned against the counter, head back lazily. "What? Afraid of tits?"

"Petrified," I said. "And it'd be wise not to upset me. I had a rough night."

She blinked in a hungover way, barely comprehending what I'm saying. It didn't take to long for Halina to whisper in her ear, and Nicki went off to the bedroom where I assumed her clothes were at. The moment she left I dragged Halina close. "Okay first off, she's pretty hot. So nice job on that. Second, why does she think you own this place? And thirdly, why the hell did you bring her here? While drunk I presume."

"So yeah, we might have been drunk. I also may have said I live here. Which I guess implies you own it. But what's the big deal. You've been drunk before."

"The big deal is that I have a ton of dangerous things here Halina. Items that could kill you if you're not careful." Spot jumped up onto the chair next to me. I patted her head. "Yeah, it ridiculous Spot. Too many strangers just barging on in, doing as they please."

"Hey, I made sure we stayed in the bedroom," Halina said. "And nothing bad happened so I don't see a problem."

"You could have gotten hurt. Both of you. Did you drive here drunk? Not that smart either. Plus why couldn't you have gone back to her place?"

"She said her place was being renovated." Halina's breath smelled terrible too. "And we didn't drive here. A friend did, who was being followed by another. Look, I'm sorry, we weren't in our right minds last night."

Nicki walked back in, with a gross shirt and stained pants. Ugh, now I have to entertain more guests. "You know, I remember you now. You're the guy from the mall."

"Gah." I downed my coffee, letting the burn fuel my mind. Humans. What is wrong with them sometimes? "Damn. I'm hungry. Who wants pancakes?"

Both women raised their hands, nodding eagerly.

"Then take a shower. You both reek." I threw off my jacket, rolling up my sleeves. "Brush too. Or a mint. Anything."

The two went off, giggling like idiots. When this woman left I'm going to have a serious talk with Halina about bringing over strangers. This isn't a playground. Spot sensed my frustration, meowing at me softly. "Sorry that I have feelings cat. I didn't ask to be like this."

She meowed again, and watched as I got to work making food. Nothing will ever go as plan will it? As much as I try and try, unexpected events just keep popping up like weeds, testing my patience. Or testing my ability to hack at them.