Johnny and Venus were heading out in the morning for beers and taquitos at the local taco stand. Johnny says that drinking beer in the morning is what's kept him looking so young and vibrant all these years. I wouldn't know, I've never seen him without his sunglasses on.
Venus and Johnny were in a heated discussion about whether the El Camino is a truck or a car. Venus insisted that it was a car, but Johnny was steadfast (and accurate, in my opinion) that it was, indeed, a truck. A little truck. I love the way Venus' fro bounces a little when he gets all worked up.
We passed Jennifer and Bailey in the hall where Jennifer, seemingly quite pleased with herself was in the midst of explaining some sort of new medication to Baily called "the morning after". I don't know. I don't get in with those female-cramp problems or whatever. I make Lucille sleep in a small hut in the back yard when she has her period.
Did I mention that I invited myself out with Johnny and Venus? Anyways, I did. I had to get involved in this debate about the El Camino and I know they love my company, so I just sort of told them that I'd love to join them. As usual, they seemed pleased.
So we're passing Jennifer and Bailey in the hall and I can't help but give Jennifer a little smack on the tush when I walk by. She loves the attention I pay her. But then Bailey got all pissy and huffy about it, I guess she felt left out. Next time I'll have to remember to tell Bailey that her chest is looking bigger. Chicks love to hear that stuff.
Johnny asked Venus if they should ask Andy to join them, and Venus thought it was a good idea. I told them that I thought it would be cooler if just us "boys" went out for beers. They didn't quite seem to follow what I meant. Haven't they checked out Andy's hair lately? His hair is so feathered he could be a Las Vegas dancer. And what straight man on the face of this planet with the name Andrew calls themselves 'Andy'?
I was shocked that they didn't seem to see any of the signs I did. I digressed and dropped the subject. The two of them were looking at me as if my head was on fire, and I didn't like it.
Andy was just climbing out of his Jeep when we got outside and Johnny and Venus called him over asking him to come out for a few quick ones before the day started. Andy said that he could use a drink after the night he had. He said that his date kept him up all night long, if we knew what he meant.
Johnny and Venus laughed and slapped him on the back. I stood there shaking my head. Was I the only one that saw through this facade? Andy said, "What's wrong, Herb? Is that white belt too tight? Cutting off circulation to the top half of your body and affecting your hearing?" Venus and Johnny guffawed, but that's just because they're ass kissers.
"It takes a strong man to wear a white belt and shoes, Andy. Not many guys could pull it off." I said, smirking at him and walking over to Les' brown station wagon. He just pulled in, his face all covered with fresh bandaids. I figured he might as well come, too.
Les smelled like those little card board pine trees he has hanging all over his car. I told him he ought to try some musk, or something. "Lucille sells Avon, they sell some manly scents," I said to Les as he took his brief case out of the back of his car. "Avon," he replied, looking appalled, "that stuff is really expensive." He shook his head and looked malevolent for a moment, "Mother would never let me spend my money so frivolously," he said, his voice dark, and unlike Les. He was gripping his breif case so hard that his knuckles were white.
I heard Andy, Johnny and Venus laugh as they peeled out of the parking lot. They must have gotten caught up in a good joke and not realized I wasn't in the car yet.
I walked back into the building wondering what on earth Les could have needed with all that rope, fire-starter and gasoline he had in his trunk. Bet he's having some bar-b-que at his place this weekend.