The Midnight City Social Hour

--Mall pt2

They were seated in the food court. Jamal didn't seem fazed by everyone walking by, looking him up and down and scoffing with their head in the other direction.

"Fucking whities hate us." He muttered.

Tommy replied, "Put on your sunglasses. They're looking down on you because your eyes are red. Really red."

Vince added, "Almost purple."

In front of each of them was fried food. Chicken tenders and fries. A Philly cheese steak. Cardboard pizza soaked in ranch. A walkie talkie was being passed around in a circle. But unlike the two way communication one would normally place on the hand held device, the men sucked on the stem, what looked like an antenna—because it worked as a vaporizer. A euphoria crept between their ears.

Vince hid under tortoise shell glasses with dulled black lens and purple fluff around the rims. There was a pink feather as well. Tommy had eye drops. Jamal didn't care for looking passable in public. 

Instead, he'd look at over at a table, phase out and think about other things, but his eyes would stay on a person but see past them. So it looked like he was actually staring at them.

Tommy knew this because he'd done this many times. "Dude you're making eye contact with a man."

Jamal rolled his fingers over his eyes. "Thanks man. I swear man I can't tell if I'm straight anymore."

"Why's that?"

"I was at the gym earlier today. And I was listening to this song. It was these repeated lyrics 'Jamal she'll suck it' over and over, but then the lyrics would change to 'Jamal suck it' in the same loop. And of course when I started rowing, while the song was playing, it was like every time I tried to look at the women, a man was there, looking at the woman but in front of me so I could only see his ass."

"I would question my sexuality if I were you."

Vince didn't like the conversation. "Can we talk about Katy?"

Normally he'd be into the obscure topics. Today though, following the failure a few minutes before, he was more serious.

"Katy Charles. From Biology." Tommy looked up and away and thought of the girl. 

She was notorious for letting her chest breath. Wearing a shirt similar to the one today, only her cleavage was very open and inviting. Unlike the girl herself.

Tommy had tried many times to win her attention. There was the awkward eye contact in the classroom--she always looked away. There were the groups where she thoroughly avoided partnering with him. After class, she'd wait for friends or sneak out when Tommy wasn't looking. 

But her breasts were enormous.

Her breasts were not that big.

Despite the interloper, the story would continue forward with Katy's bountiful bosom. Bouncing up and down every time she walked. Looking at Tommy and then in the other direction, body turned away from him. 

Never a single opening. Sometimes Tommy would fantasize about putting his hands on her neck.

"That's it I'm horny. Who should I hit on?" Jamal was looking around the food court. "All you boys have to do is point at someone and tell me to hit on them. Then I'm good to go."

"You've been smoking. Will you be able to hold a conversation?" Vince asked.

Tommy pulled out a small bottle labelled Baby Aspirin. He grabbed 3 Buzz Pills and handed them to Jamal. "Eat these." Which Jamal did. "Now wait for about 10 minutes." Which Jamal did as well. "Now go talk to those group of women over there." 

Jamal left the table. Vince and Tommy put their binoculars to their eyes.