Coffee Shop (spontaneous updates)

Six; trevor

         “It’s not spiked!” Cindy says reassuringly to Trevor who has wobbly knees and a heartbeat that really shouldn’t beat as fast as it was. With quivering hands he grasped the cup. The bittersweet smell of vanilla was evident, considering it was just vanilla coke. 

        But of course it just wasn’t vanilla coke.

        And of course Cindy spiked it.

        It was Friday night, and after his shift at DonutTime he kept his promise and came to Cindy’s get together that could have easily been a party had there been more people. Trevor’s gift of a dozen boston cream and chocolate frosted donuts (Cindy’s two favourites) was going to be rewarded with a night of Trevor getting absolutely shitfaced.

        “Is this supposed to have an after taste of piss?” Trevor asks taking another sip and scrunching his face.

        “Might’ve gone flat,” Cindy shrugs nonchalantly, turning the trippy music playing on the stereo to an ear shattering volume. They were in Cindy’s dimly lit basement along with around 20 ninth graders. He felt a little out of it. He didn’t know anyone and although he should have felt the tiniest bit superior considering he was a year older than them all he wanted nothing more than to become the resident wallflower.

        He leaned against the wall sipping his fourth cup of “vanilla coke” feeling very light headed. He observed everyone dancing and getting just a little too frisky for just a bunch of 15 year old kids.

        “Looks like you’re having a blast,” Cindy’s boyfriend, Elijah, said standing beside Trevor. Trevor really liked him; he was a cool guy. He had dreads that reached his lower back; today he had it tied up with a bright pink elastic. He has a nose ring and a t-shirt with a pretty girl’s boobs on it. He held a joint in his hand and he genuinely just didn’t care about anything.

        He was just such a cool guy.

        Or maybe a hippie.

        “A blast?” Trevor finishes off the concoction in his cup feeling ten times more relaxed. “I’m having the time of my life!” he obnoxiously shouts into Elijah’s ear and latches an arm around his shoulder.

        “How much have you had to drink man?” Elijah asks, laughing at Trevor trying to stand straight.

        “Four, maybe five cups?”

        “Dude you probably just downed 5 shots of Vodka. Cindy loves her Vodka; she spikes the shit out of everything with it.” Elijah says seriously, while Trevor stood there with glazed over eyes. 

        "It’s okay man, no worries,” He holds up the peace sign and says an incoherent sentence including the words hakuna matata and be free.

        Perhaps alcohol has the effect of turning him into a hippie as well.  

       “God, I love this song!” Trevor shouts, throwing a fist into the air. He breaks away from Elijah and makes his way to the makeshift dance floor and found Cindy pouring herself another cup.   

        She soon eyes Trevor and smiles wide.

        “Seems like the totally not spiked coke did the trick,” Cindy says happily lifting her cup slightly.

        “Guess it did.” He grabs Cindy’s hand, who in turn quickly chugs her drink and follows his lead. He starts twirling her around completely out of tune with the music.  They hollered loudly and probably annoyed everyone around them but Trevor couldn’t even remember the last time he had as much fun as he was having now.