Parasite

Part 11

Night has fallen as he makes his way through dancing bodies enjoying their time at the Queen's Club. At the table sat Henry, Richie and Scot. Becky is not there. Henry spotting Toby first gives a wave prompting the other two to look up from their conversation. On the table is six empty glass with Richie drinking ice water, compare to Scot and Henry on their third tumbler.

"Hey you here" Scots breath smell heavy of alcohol. He leans in giving a hug patting Toby back.

Toby grumbles "How much did he have?" His eyes roll over to Richie.

Richie place a hand on Scot shoulder "Henry and Richie have done about five shots of tequila each before I got here" sighing himself. "They may have consume more and from what can be made out they have been here at six and now its nine forty.

"Ruff day Scot" ask Toby.

Scot looks back at Toby. His eyes red and so is the tip of his nose. "Can't say, it be on the news." Scot sits back down "Hate the job. Good pay, good value points, hate the job." Scot goes down into a mumble.

Toby place a hand on Scot shoulder "Richie can you message Becky, she needs to take him home."

"All ready on it."

Henry leans over pushing Scot "Pull your-self together." He burst into a chuckle.

Richie brings up his phone taking pictures of Henry. Henry trying to grab the ice with his tongue.

"I'm going to get a drink."

Richie nods still looking at his mobile.

Making way towards the bar; the colours from lights turn people into mythical nymphs. The bar is made from tiles made of stainless glass with lighting up a Queens of clubs. A bartender with a slick black tie with a silver line in the middle that breaks from the black collar shirt with the cuffs rolled up tan sleeves. The bartender leans over the bar top.

"What would you like?" said the bartender.

Toby gives a half smile "can I have the house beer."

The bartender taps a rhythm on the bench and in routine grabs an eight oz glass place the lip of the glass under a golden tap. The beer came out dark with froth a white. Placing the beer on the mat where it sits there until pay for; some of the froth coming down the sides. Tapping the bench with his watch, the mat lights up a green allowing access to the beer.

Back at the table Henry is lying back motionless with eyes staring at the ceiling.

Richie still looking at his phone his thumb swiping through news channels only a quick glances from the eyes show that he is aware of what is going on around him.

"Becky says she be here in about twenty."

Taking a seat next to Scot. Toby heart races as Scot jerks up looking up at him.

Scot blurts "A whole apartment of people murdered." His face white "A survivor gave a description of the killer."

He leans in close "Beside the colour it looks like you." Scot eyes are wide round marbles.

He grabs Toby shoulder, the bone bending under the grip. "I saw it" Scot whispers.

Becky walks wearing her grey suit jacket, a pink designer blouse with a matching grey skirt. Her walk show business, making heads turn and those not brave to stand where they are move. Scot seeing her relaxes.

"Time to head home, we go see mum and dad, bring your girlfriend, yeah" her tone gentle.

Becky eyes' sunken in and face pale. Scot slowly moves up. "When are we going?"