Day 29: Slut? Her? No Way!

“She’s a slut you know.”
I looked over my shoulder. Over to where I had left her.
The girl in question was talking to her friend. The tall one with the amazing legs. I felt my face scrunch itself into a weird expression. She didn’t look like a slut.
Catching my eye, she waved. She was smiling. Forcing a smile of my own, I waved back. Unable to maintain my pseudo-happy expression however, I turned back to Sharon.
“Are you sure?”
“You don’t want to be seen talking to her, Lloyd.”
I sighed. “And why not Sharon?”
She took a sip of her Alvaro. Pear.
“For the obvious reason that whoever sees you talking to her will think that you’ve fucked her. You haven’t, have you?”
“No. Why? Is she sick?”
Sharon shrugged.
“She could be.”
I laughed.
“You sound just like Auntie Helen who thinks that every girl apart from her daughters and beloved nieces has AIDS.”
It was Sharon’s turn to laugh.
“She told you that?”
I took a sip of my Krest. No drinking on weeknights I had told myself. I wonder how long that will last.
“Yup. Some night when I was trying to bum cash off of her so I could go out.”
I looked up at the screen. Arsenal was still down 2-1. Standard had scored two goals in the first three minutes. My only hope was that this second half would be a whole lot better than the first.
“So where did you meet your new girlfriend?” Sharon asked me, pulling me back into her favourite past time- gossip.
“Herm’s. And girlfriend? Hardly. But then again, I did drop her home on Saturday night…”
She looked puzzled.
“I thought you were with Bongo on Saturday night.”
“I was.”
I took a sip of my painfully non-alcoholic beverage.
Most of the time anyway.




For the second time that night I asked my cousin for his keys. It was after three. Closer to four.
“Her?” he asked, nodding in the direction of the honey skinned girl in the super short shorts and the high high heels and top that showed off her perfect stomach and canary studded navel.
“Mmm-hmm.”
He raised an eye brow.”
“Two girls in one night, Lloyd? Maybe you should slow down.”
“I didn’t fuck the first one and I’m only dropping this one home.” I blurted out a little defensively.
Sighing, my cousin pulled out his keys and handed them over.
“Fine. But you come right back. Awinyu? No detours.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I assured him, “and thanx.”
Catching her eye, I jerked my head in the direction of the exit. It was time to drop this lil birdy home.





One soda and two Arsenal goals later and it was time to go. Almost everyone was filing out of the bar but I decided to let the crowd first dissipate before I followed suit.
I felt a hand slip into one of mine. Turning, I found lil miss birdy staring up at me. A slightly irritated look on her face.
“Where have you been?” her tone mirrored he expression perfectly.
“I’ve been right here. I told you I would be inside didn’t I?”
She shook her head. Her tresses of hair shaking with it.
“No. You told me you would be right back.”
I scratched my head, something I tend to do when I’m being a little more than a little less than sincere.
“Sorry.”
She stared at me for a few beats without saying anything. I’m guessing to gauge whether I was really sorry or if I was just jerking her chain. I don’t mean to brag but I have to say, I’m a pretty good actor.
“Okay…now come on, I want you to meet my friend. She was asking about you. She thinks you’re cute.”
“Really?”
Maybe there was a light at the end of this tunnel after all.
“Yeah, but don’t get your hopes up. I told her that you were strictly off limits.
My face fell but I did my best to cover it up.
Asking myself what I had gotten myself into, I reluctantly let myself be dragged away.