And there I was in horse country with a couple friends when it was bright outside and the horses were running fast that day, glistening muscles in the sun. We decided that we had lost enough money and went "downtown," which was essentially a few main roads crossing in diagonals; all one-ways so as to clog traffic as often as possible to give the impression that it was, indeed, a downtown. Jim looked at his watch often, praying for his time to be up so he could go home and not have sex with his fiancé and Jason had that look in his eye like he knew he was going to take advantage of some rich architect's stupid, beautiful daughter and Erik just left because he was too drunk and figured he should just go ahead and drive home. It was a pretty normal Saturday afternoon in horse country.
We walked to a pub from Jason's apartment where they had tables set up outside and eight dollar double bourbon n' gingers. We drank the cool liquid and it warmed our eyes and half way down Jim decided it was time to go home and sit with his fiancé on the couch and watch interior decorating shows and comment on how they were going to arrange the apartment after they got married. Jason returned from the bar with two more plastic cups full of the amber liquid and we both knew that it wasn't right to drink bourbon out of plastic but because we couldn't take glass onto the patio we had to make a really tough decision and the breeze was too enticing so we sat with shades on watching the people smile and spill drinks. We were having a decent time, but of course that void of not having locked down a pretty girl still weighed us down and made us a little crazy and we didn't even really talk the whole time, but searched for prey to hunt and there were tons of ladies and they were surely drunk enough after the races, but that goddamned sun seemed to stifle any motivation.
"I'm dyin' here," Jason said finally. "I'm telling you Daniel, I'm fuckin' dyin'."
He took a long drink and removed his shades.
"Yeah?"
"Look at this place, it's wide open." He pointed at a few girls leaning on the brick wall of the bar. "Let's just start playin', I'm tired of sitting around wondering whether or not I'll be jerking off tonight."
The girls laughed and had those fake tan legs and flowery sun skirts just fluttering in the breeze and their hair looked shiny clean with thick healthy strands flowing.
"Well, okay sir. Let's do it then."
And as we stood up to walk toward the squeaky clean white teethed brown (but still white enough) beauties, a team of polo wearing large armed gel haired sunglass wearing bros stepped in and made the engagement and started with the classic manly grippings of the plastic cups and continued with uproarious laughter and complete brain-washed manipulation and the spell worked as the girls each one by one at different intervals of the show that was being played for them reached out their delicate arms with clear white tipped fingernails and grabbed the round arms of each of the guys and that was it. The engagement was final. They were set in stone and at such a miraculous speed too.
"I wonder what they said," I lamented lightly, turning on a heel, wheeling around back into the chair.
"They didn't say shit. I mean, what could they have said? You don't have to say anything when you're arms blow out the ends of your shirt and you just had your teeth whitened with a nice looking watch and Ray Ban sunglasses. That's what they said. That's all they said and that's all that anyone needs to say around here."
"Sounds easy."
"Psh, you have to sell your soul to be that fucking stupid. Look at em'! There's not one thought running through those meaty skulls. You wouldn't do that. I wouldn't do that. We're more about the soul, that unattainable center." Jason drained the rest of his cup and crunched it in his fists.
"They don't have soul, who the hell are you kidding? We're not in the right scene. We've never been in the right scene. Unattainable center? It's plopped right there under that skirt and it looks like it's far from unattainable."
"That's what I'm talking about, man." Jason stood up and went to the side of the bar where two drinks were poured.
I watched the group continue the bullshit and then walk away tossing the empty cups on the pavement. They walked under the pavilion and disappeared into the breezy street.
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