Gatsby and I

"Deal?","Deal!"

It was neaqr nine in the evening. Jazz was playing loudly an peop,le were dancing. I can't dance and that's a fact, so I just swayed at randon to the music.

I was in my gold gress with the fringes and my forehead was bejeweled. I'd started the night somewhere next to mr. Borroughs who seemed all shy and quiet, but turned into the thing that just won't shut up after a drink or two. This is why I went away from him and towards the table.

I'd only eaten to the point of nearly passing out, and that evening was the second time I did that. Believe me when I say that between the array of drinks, there were buffets and tables with all sorts of food arranged in the most artful ways possible. So with such an attractive display and all the hunger I was feeling, how could I not eat? And when I finished, I felt so weak that Darcy had to give me a mouthful (and I repeat, a mouthful only as I drink no alcohol) from her glass of claret for me to be able to digest all of that a little better. God, how that wine tasted awful! Yet I felt a little better now that I had an aid in digestion.

I then came to my senses. I was looking for someone - for Jay. I walked around the whole yard until I made it to the maze. It's there that he found me. The feeling of when he tapped my shoulder from behind was rather a frightening one. But when he leaned in towards my ear and whispered: "You!", I felt burning thrills of love. So I just played along:

"Is this the wind?"

"Have you ever heard the wind go 'you'?"

"In fact, I have."

"Then, you should know that this is not the wind."

He stepped in front of me and I laughed.

"God," I said, "Jay, you're so fun to have around!"

"I just wanted to tell you something. Are you ready to hear it?"

"I have a proposal before that. Why wouldn't you go bring my portrait and those love poems I wrote you to the green light pier? Let's touch the lamp at midnight! Deal?"

He hesitated a bit then smirked:

"Deal!"