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that trick a couple years back. Somehow, blowing out of your mouth and not inhaling through your nose helps with the harsh aftertaste.
Almost immediately, the tequila seemed to be doing its job. Feeling buzzed and a little more relaxed in this house of spooks, I decided to look for Yari and see if she was in a better mood. I first looked around downstairs, ignoring the folks sucking each others’ faces, but she wasn’t in the house. I peeked in the backyard but no luck. I went back inside and, still feeling buzzed, headed upstairs. The second floor was almost completely dark, and all the doors were shut. All of them except one. I had just decided to check it out when a drunk, pale-skinned, bald guy walked out of it and straight over to me. Amazingly, he leaned over me and sniffed me. Yeah, sniffed me. As he did so, he made noises that sounded disturbingly like lip-smacking. The same noises I had made just five minutes earlier when I had come across the wings. He continued on, stumbling his way downstairs. I half expected to hear him pitch forward and tumble all the way down. Somehow, amazingly, he made it.
Just then, Yari walked out of the same room the drunk guy had been in.
“You don’t want to be up here, Josiah. Let’s go downstairs.”
“No problem. I was looking for—”
But she grabbed my forearm and steered me back down the stairs. As she did so, I couldn’t help but notice the woman’s grip. Sweet Jesus she was strong. Once back down the stairs, I heard a squawk and saw two big black birds flying in the house. I nearly dove for cover, but someone calmly opened the rear sliding glass door and the birds flew out of the house. Not a single person called attention to them or seemed to care that two birds had been inside the house. I looked around to get some kind of reaction from somebody. Nothing.
What the hell was going on here?
Yari led me to one of the downstairs bedrooms. “Let’s go in here,” she said, and opened the door. The room was lit by a couple of candles in the window still, and there was a mattress with a comforter on the floor. She laid on the mattress, and I stood there looking at her dumbly. I was still trying to wrap my brain around everything I had just seen, from the candles, to the secret upstairs bedroom, to the damn birds.
One at a time, I thought.
Yari’s eyes were bright and expressive, as if she was amped up on something. So I started with the obvious question, even though I suspected I already knew the answer. “So what was going on up there? Drugs?”
“No one was doing drugs, Josiah, but trust me, people were having a good time.” She stared at me long and hard and I wondered if she was one of those having a good time. A good time doing what? “Why don’t you lie down next to me?”
“Look, if all you wanted to do was fool around, then we didn’t have to come to the world’s freakiest party to do it. We could have just stayed at my house.”
“World’s freakiest party? Is Josiah scared?”
“I’m not scared. It takes more than a few pale-faced dudes and a house that seems to have zero electricity to scare me.”
“Oh, this house definitely has electricity.” Yari took her hand and rubbed it on my upper thigh.
Yari was holding a silver flask. She reached up and grabbed a shot glass that was on the dresser next to her. “This looks clean.” She giggled and poured a sort of red alcohol into the shot glass. She handed me the shot glass. “Try it, Josiah. You’ll love it.”
“Thanks, but I had some Tequila; I’m feeling good.”
“Trust me, this isn’t Tequila.”
“I really don’t want to get wasted. I have to train tomorrow.”
“Josiah, you’ve been training real hard. Tonight have a little fun.” She got up from the mattress and slipped behind me. I was wondering what she was doing until she put her left hand around my waist. She then reached around with her right hand and held up the shot glass full of red liquor. I puckered my lips
Almost immediately, the tequila seemed to be doing its job. Feeling buzzed and a little more relaxed in this house of spooks, I decided to look for Yari and see if she was in a better mood. I first looked around downstairs, ignoring the folks sucking each others’ faces, but she wasn’t in the house. I peeked in the backyard but no luck. I went back inside and, still feeling buzzed, headed upstairs. The second floor was almost completely dark, and all the doors were shut. All of them except one. I had just decided to check it out when a drunk, pale-skinned, bald guy walked out of it and straight over to me. Amazingly, he leaned over me and sniffed me. Yeah, sniffed me. As he did so, he made noises that sounded disturbingly like lip-smacking. The same noises I had made just five minutes earlier when I had come across the wings. He continued on, stumbling his way downstairs. I half expected to hear him pitch forward and tumble all the way down. Somehow, amazingly, he made it.
Just then, Yari walked out of the same room the drunk guy had been in.
“You don’t want to be up here, Josiah. Let’s go downstairs.”
“No problem. I was looking for—”
But she grabbed my forearm and steered me back down the stairs. As she did so, I couldn’t help but notice the woman’s grip. Sweet Jesus she was strong. Once back down the stairs, I heard a squawk and saw two big black birds flying in the house. I nearly dove for cover, but someone calmly opened the rear sliding glass door and the birds flew out of the house. Not a single person called attention to them or seemed to care that two birds had been inside the house. I looked around to get some kind of reaction from somebody. Nothing.
What the hell was going on here?
Yari led me to one of the downstairs bedrooms. “Let’s go in here,” she said, and opened the door. The room was lit by a couple of candles in the window still, and there was a mattress with a comforter on the floor. She laid on the mattress, and I stood there looking at her dumbly. I was still trying to wrap my brain around everything I had just seen, from the candles, to the secret upstairs bedroom, to the damn birds.
One at a time, I thought.
Yari’s eyes were bright and expressive, as if she was amped up on something. So I started with the obvious question, even though I suspected I already knew the answer. “So what was going on up there? Drugs?”
“No one was doing drugs, Josiah, but trust me, people were having a good time.” She stared at me long and hard and I wondered if she was one of those having a good time. A good time doing what? “Why don’t you lie down next to me?”
“Look, if all you wanted to do was fool around, then we didn’t have to come to the world’s freakiest party to do it. We could have just stayed at my house.”
“World’s freakiest party? Is Josiah scared?”
“I’m not scared. It takes more than a few pale-faced dudes and a house that seems to have zero electricity to scare me.”
“Oh, this house definitely has electricity.” Yari took her hand and rubbed it on my upper thigh.
Yari was holding a silver flask. She reached up and grabbed a shot glass that was on the dresser next to her. “This looks clean.” She giggled and poured a sort of red alcohol into the shot glass. She handed me the shot glass. “Try it, Josiah. You’ll love it.”
“Thanks, but I had some Tequila; I’m feeling good.”
“Trust me, this isn’t Tequila.”
“I really don’t want to get wasted. I have to train tomorrow.”
“Josiah, you’ve been training real hard. Tonight have a little fun.” She got up from the mattress and slipped behind me. I was wondering what she was doing until she put her left hand around my waist. She then reached around with her right hand and held up the shot glass full of red liquor. I puckered my lips
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