Eat it.
“Eat it. Eat it bitches-“ Elijah barked out, his thumbs twitching over the controller, and the carnage continued on the screen. Gouts of blood and bullets flying, spent casings clinking in his headphones. “Diediediedie buhbye,” he cackled gleefully on his way past the crumpled NSA agents, pushing the moving gun barrel faster through the corridor to the elevator shaft.
Clank. A mostly-empty beer can hit him from behind, a few warm drops trickling down his neck. Elijah shook his head, pausing the game.
“What?” He pulled the headphones off. “What?”
The last remainder of the party last night, if it did start last night, he thought, must have regained consciousness.
“Time. What fucking time is it, you loud bastard.”
“2pm.”
Dom winced, turning over on the couch to face the cushion. “I’m not surprised, but you’re in the same place I left you, I think. It’s Sunday, right?”
“Mm.” Elijah picked up his game again, leaving the headphones on the floor. “Sunday afternoon. Billy left your drunk ass on my couch and took whoever that was that was with you home. He told me to tell you he’d have a scorecard and Polaroids ready for you later.”
“Who?”
“Billy!”
“I know Billy. I’m asking who did I have with me?” Dom rubbed his eyes, pushing the sleep out of the corners. “Girl?”
You don’t even remember, Elijah mouthed the words, his character taking a hit on the screen. “THAT’S THE BEST GAME YOU GOT?” he raged, watching his health points drop precipitously as he jumped into the firefight, both hands busy doling out hollow-point rounds. “Ah, I’m dead,” he moaned, dropping the controller to the floor, then turned back towards the couch. “Not a girl.”Dom took the pillow off his head.
“Not a girl. Well that narrows it down a bit. By not a girl we mean yes a man?”
We meant no, not me.
“No.” Elijah stood up, stretched a little, and glanced over at Dom, who kept rubbing his eyes and his gray stubble.
“Please tell me I didn’t embarrass the hobbits. Is she on our side of the crew? A random girl in the pub last night?”
“Fuck if I know. I’ve smoked up my last pack of cloves and I’m going down to the liquor store before I go insane. When I get back maybe I’ll let you in on the details. You want anything?”