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Louisiana. Cracker State or somethin'. He'll go into the union. He don't need college. What'll he do? He'll fuck aroun' down there four years, then get a job jerkin' off a pencil for eight grand?" Tommy turned on his brights. "He's too smart to go to college. He knows where the action is."
2
9:30 F RIDAY NIGHT, Stony stood bathed in the soft red light of D'Artagnan's, leaning against the bar. The walls were white stucco with crosshatched beams of dark wood. Over his head was a black-light poster of a voluptuous nude chick with an enormous Afro standing spread-legged in a jungle clearing. Her eyes, nipples, the lush vegetation around her and the legend "Lilith" gave off a sinister phosphorescent gleam.
Stony was waiting. Every once in a while he glanced at the tables to his right. Three guys sat there checking out the scene. One of them, Mott, kept staring at Stony. When Stony looked over that way, he would lock eyes with Mott for a second, then they would both feign disinterest and look away. Stony kept clenching and unclenching his fists. His gut was rippling. He was chain-smoking and chugging seventy-sevens. The slick mixed crowd of whites, blacks and PRs shook the floor to Al Green's "Love and Happiness." Stony heard the music as if it was three rooms down. At the end of the song, Butler staggered off the floor, his silky flowered shirt sopping wet. He stood beside Stony, wiping away a bead of sweat from the tip of his nose. "Mother-
fuck!
" He gasped and collapsed hunched over the bar. "If that bitch can hump half as good as she can bump..." Stony ignored him, staring grimly at Mott. Butler looked at him. "You hear what I say?"
"Huh?" Stony turned as if just noticing Butler's presence. Butler looked over at Mott. He punched Stony in the arm. "Hey! You gonna do a number tonight or what?"
"Nah... nah." Stony's gaze turned back to the table.
"Hey look, I'm not gettin' in a fight tonight... you know? You promised."
"No sweat."
Manu Dibango's "Soul Makossa" played over the PA. Butler took a deep gulp of air and plunged back onto the dance floor. Stony finished his drink as Cheri walked in dressed in tight dungarees and a white silky blouse, the shirttails pulled up and knotted under her tits. Stony dropped a load. He could see her nipples stand out from ten yards off. She came up to him, ran a hand up his rigid arm and kissed him on the cheek. He didn't respond. She saw Mott and smiled. Her teeth glowed ghostlike under the black light. Stony wanted to crack her in the mouth.
"Whadja do, burn your bra?"
She looked at him, her face collapsing in exhaustion. "Stony, gimme a break."
"Where do ya wannit?" He sniffed.
She started walking away. Stony grabbed her arm. "Where you think you goin'?"
"I wanna dance, you mind?"
"Then dance with me." He pushed her to the dance floor. They both danced in a rage, out of rhythm, stiff. Halfway through the number, Cheri walked off the floor. Stony stood there, panicked. He pushed through the dancers after her, grabbing her arm again back at the bar.
"I love you, Cheri." Sweat streamed down his face. Her features relaxed for a moment.
"I love you too, Stony, but you promised," she pleaded.
"I know, I know." He winced. He stared at her thin, dark face bordered with long plaits of black hair. Her huge brown eyes searched his face for parole. He let go of her arm. She smiled, kissed him lightly on the nose and walked over to Mott's table. Stony watched in horror as she sat down next to him, kissing him full on the mouth. Stony clutched his forehead and staggered blindly away from the bar.
Butler stopped him. "What happened?"
"I'm gonna kill 'em both."
"What?" He looked at Mott's table. "Oh Christ, Stony, I knew this was gonna happen."
"I'm gonna kill 'em both."
"Stony, give her some slack. You can fuck around too, you know."
"I don't want to. I don't
need
to. She don't need to either, fuckin' cocktease." He was panting, staring off wildly.
"C'mon, let's go to the Third
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9:30 F RIDAY NIGHT, Stony stood bathed in the soft red light of D'Artagnan's, leaning against the bar. The walls were white stucco with crosshatched beams of dark wood. Over his head was a black-light poster of a voluptuous nude chick with an enormous Afro standing spread-legged in a jungle clearing. Her eyes, nipples, the lush vegetation around her and the legend "Lilith" gave off a sinister phosphorescent gleam.
Stony was waiting. Every once in a while he glanced at the tables to his right. Three guys sat there checking out the scene. One of them, Mott, kept staring at Stony. When Stony looked over that way, he would lock eyes with Mott for a second, then they would both feign disinterest and look away. Stony kept clenching and unclenching his fists. His gut was rippling. He was chain-smoking and chugging seventy-sevens. The slick mixed crowd of whites, blacks and PRs shook the floor to Al Green's "Love and Happiness." Stony heard the music as if it was three rooms down. At the end of the song, Butler staggered off the floor, his silky flowered shirt sopping wet. He stood beside Stony, wiping away a bead of sweat from the tip of his nose. "Mother-
fuck!
" He gasped and collapsed hunched over the bar. "If that bitch can hump half as good as she can bump..." Stony ignored him, staring grimly at Mott. Butler looked at him. "You hear what I say?"
"Huh?" Stony turned as if just noticing Butler's presence. Butler looked over at Mott. He punched Stony in the arm. "Hey! You gonna do a number tonight or what?"
"Nah... nah." Stony's gaze turned back to the table.
"Hey look, I'm not gettin' in a fight tonight... you know? You promised."
"No sweat."
Manu Dibango's "Soul Makossa" played over the PA. Butler took a deep gulp of air and plunged back onto the dance floor. Stony finished his drink as Cheri walked in dressed in tight dungarees and a white silky blouse, the shirttails pulled up and knotted under her tits. Stony dropped a load. He could see her nipples stand out from ten yards off. She came up to him, ran a hand up his rigid arm and kissed him on the cheek. He didn't respond. She saw Mott and smiled. Her teeth glowed ghostlike under the black light. Stony wanted to crack her in the mouth.
"Whadja do, burn your bra?"
She looked at him, her face collapsing in exhaustion. "Stony, gimme a break."
"Where do ya wannit?" He sniffed.
She started walking away. Stony grabbed her arm. "Where you think you goin'?"
"I wanna dance, you mind?"
"Then dance with me." He pushed her to the dance floor. They both danced in a rage, out of rhythm, stiff. Halfway through the number, Cheri walked off the floor. Stony stood there, panicked. He pushed through the dancers after her, grabbing her arm again back at the bar.
"I love you, Cheri." Sweat streamed down his face. Her features relaxed for a moment.
"I love you too, Stony, but you promised," she pleaded.
"I know, I know." He winced. He stared at her thin, dark face bordered with long plaits of black hair. Her huge brown eyes searched his face for parole. He let go of her arm. She smiled, kissed him lightly on the nose and walked over to Mott's table. Stony watched in horror as she sat down next to him, kissing him full on the mouth. Stony clutched his forehead and staggered blindly away from the bar.
Butler stopped him. "What happened?"
"I'm gonna kill 'em both."
"What?" He looked at Mott's table. "Oh Christ, Stony, I knew this was gonna happen."
"I'm gonna kill 'em both."
"Stony, give her some slack. You can fuck around too, you know."
"I don't want to. I don't
need
to. She don't need to either, fuckin' cocktease." He was panting, staring off wildly.
"C'mon, let's go to the Third
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