Across town that same night at Johanna's beach house, Gabrielle could hear the waves roar outside on the shoreline, competing with the volume of the t.v. as she ran barefoot down the hall towards the bathroom. From there, she had to be careful not to slip on the wet hardwood floor, which was permanently waterlogged from the ocean's heavy mist.
As Gabrielle closed the bathroom door behind her, tip toeing past a pool of salt water dripping from a pair of board shorts hanging on the door knob, she tried to avert her eyes from Johanna's roommate Ryan's stack of Playboys placed on the top of the toilet lid.
Instead she looked straight ahead at the wall in front of her, where at that very moment, the night wind blew the window's thin curtains, letting in the moon light and revealing a small collection of bathroom art hung crookedly on the chipped yellow wall. There she scanned multiple mildewed surf posters, naively painted cartoon waves and other hideous assorted beach scenes tacked up on the wall with old metal brads.
Grimacing, she watched in horror as a sweaty brown droplet trickled down the wall from a rusted thumb tack. From there she followed the sepia colored sediment as it made its way down to the rotted floor boards. Gabrielle shook her head in disgust, feeling her skin begin to crawl. To her, this type of crap artwork, if she could even call it that, was almost even more offensive than the collection of porn behind her.
One piece though in particular caught Gabrielle's eye. It was a monochromatic blue painting on a cheap canvas board depicting a male angel kneeling on the ground in shackles with half of his wing cut off. The fallen angel's head was bowed in deep sadness, causing Gabrielle to pause before checking the title . The piece was titled, "Commitment Angel"
At that Gabrielle laughed out loud despite herself. Really?, Who in their right mind would make something so ridiculous? The whole tone was borderline combative. Not to mention the terrible drawing skills on display. This was the sort of sad doodle that should have been hidden in the depths of a memory box ; or in a junk drawer as a joke. Not up on the wall in a beautiful beach house located in some of the most expensive real estate in the world. Rumor had it that this tiny, condemned beach bungalow , which Johanna rented was worth a scathing 14 million.
The thought of exploitation had no sooner entered her head when she noticed the artist's signature near the bottom of the canvas. Of course, it was painted by none other than Mick from earlier in the day. Gabrielle rolled her eyes. "Only he would make something so literal," she thought to herself before flushing the toilet and sliding out of the bathroom without a word about the art.
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