Durian. Now that you mention it I can smell the durian about. But there's something else a little acrid. Maybe that's the synth carpet melting in the dip. Ugggh.
No darts for me tonight. I think I want to get out into the night air and see if I can win the battle with my stomach. Arrrggghh. I . . . think . . . that . . . I . . . i . . . i . . .
Sometime later feeling the piercing pain of what must have been a dart missing the wall, I drifted back into the hell of taking the scene back in. The lude hadn't set very well, and I nauseously wondered if that stain on the front of my shirt was mine or from another party puker. I thought about getting up and started to, but realized I probably ought to get that dart out of my leg first. As I reached down and felt the slippery feathers, another wave of nausea swept over me. As my head fell back on the carpet my last thought was, oh, no Rambi is going to think I made all this mess.
I opened my eyes again and it felt like someone had opened a window. I could feel a chill from the stain on my shirt and my leg was beginning to tremble. In a panic, I realized I had to get out of there. Rambi could be back any minute, and heaven knew when penni would be coming back. Not soon enough for my taste, but I didn't want to be here when she saw the mess. I had to get up.
The others were zoned out watching another grand jury deposition or something like that . . . and so I remember thinking this is my chance. I pulled the dart from my leg, stiffling a grunt and biting my lip until I could taste blood. But no one noticed. A strange bunch those guys.
I slipped into the bathroom and relieved myself, being careful to put the seat back down. When I looked in the mirror, I realized that I looked worse than I felt. Then I remembered again that I had to get out. Somehow had to get out.
As I stepped into the small hallway, I could see that there was no one in the kitchen. I thought this is definitely my chance. Sucking up my resolve I assertively headed down the hall toward the back door beyond the kitchen counter. As I passed by the open door to the decimated living room, I thought I heard someone call to me to bring the pot of Luwak in, whatever that was. I didn't even want to know. All I could think was to get out of there before I was discovered. I didn't want to get busted by Rambi. Nor penni for that matter. I just didn't need the guilt.
As I confidently stepped out the back door, I felt elated to be breathing the night air. My leg didn't even hurt. My spirits lifted further with the soft smell of night blooming jasmine and the tree frogs gently droning on.
It sure was a nice night. I was going to make it. I was really going to make it. |
