THE BIG DEAL: PART 4
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Haze looked at Sweet then at the bathroom door and back, shrugging as he fumbled in his tattered hemp bag, retrieving his pipe.
"I will never understand women" Sweet announced with a lifted eyebrow, walking into the room that he had vacated for the night. He sat down on the side of the bed he had traded to Cherry and opened the drawer to the bedside table. Scratching his head he extended his cigarette to Haze to light with the lighter already in his hand.
"She's just having a bad night." Haze wheezed taking a long drag from his pipe.
"What? Oh. I didn't mean Cherry, but her too. What'd you do to her anyway?" he pulled his legs up on the bed and lay down on his back, blowing a straight stream of smoke into the air
"Me? Nothing. She's just having a bad night. I already told you. What about you? Trouble in paradise?"
Cherry was starting to feel enraged. She felt like she was trapped. She couldn't come out of the bathroom and the guys seemed to have forgotten she even existed. "Oh yes. Let's talk about Sweet's sex-life while I sit here and ROT. That is the more pressing matter."
After what seemed like hours, Cherry checked her face in the mirror, aside from the obvious anger crinkling her forehead and causing her nostrils to flare with every fiery breath, no signs of her recent outburst remained and she felt safe to come out and pretend nothing ever happened. The chatter had stopped and she figured Sweet must have gone by now. Sleepily she shuffled toward the bed only to find Sweet sprawled out with his eyes closed, arms across his chest fast asleep. Cherry stopped dead in her tracks and looked around the floor. Her eyes locked on one of her fuzzy pink slippers. Bending down and clutching the footwear, she sprang up quickly, hurling it toward Haze and hitting him square in his gaping, snoring mouth.
"WHAT THE -" Haze shot up like a rocket, his head moving rapidly from side-to-side looking for the culprit. "Cherry? Cherry! What the hell?"
"I should be the one asking that question!" she rasped in a loud, angry whisper. "Were you just going to let me sleep in the sink?"
"What? No. You could have come out at any time, man." He began to rub his eyes, coming down from his adrenaline rush and remembering how tired he was.
"And what was I supposed to do? Curl up at his feet like a lap dog?"
"Don't pretend you wouldn't like it" Haze laughed, but quickly regretted it, expecting the other slipper to come flying at his face. "Nice shot by the way." Cherry scowled. "Well, no need to worry anymore, Cher. He's not in bed with her. You can sleep in peace."
"I don't want to sleep in there now. God knows what they did."
"No. Haze knows."
"Haze knows what?"
"What they did…or didn't did."
"Do."
"Do what?"
"What they didn't do."
"Exactly, Cherry."
"And what was it?"
"What?"
"That they did."
"Didn't did."
"HAZE!" Cherry growled through clenched teeth.
"Sorry, sorry. Look, Cherry, don't worry your pink little head about it. Nothing happened. Well, nothing to brag about anyway, poor kid."
"What did happen? Wait. I don't want to know."
"Why don't you just find you some nice boy from some rival band or something? That would probably get his blood boiling."
"I want to get his blood boiling, Haze. I-" She looked over at the bed where she forgot Sweet was sleeping. "I can't talk about this with him in the room."
"Don't worry, Cherry. He's got his earplugs in. I snore, remember? Why don't you just go back to your bed and try to sleep? He left the room key on the dresser over there."
"Yeah. Fine."
Haze laid down and closed his eyes. "Sweet dreams... FUCK!" the other slipper came flying at his face, this time hitting him in the eye. "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!"
Cherry slammed the door behind her.
Haze looked at Sweet then at the bathroom door and back, shrugging as he fumbled in his tattered hemp bag, retrieving his pipe.
"I will never understand women" Sweet announced with a lifted eyebrow, walking into the room that he had vacated for the night. He sat down on the side of the bed he had traded to Cherry and opened the drawer to the bedside table. Scratching his head he extended his cigarette to Haze to light with the lighter already in his hand.
"She's just having a bad night." Haze wheezed taking a long drag from his pipe.
"What? Oh. I didn't mean Cherry, but her too. What'd you do to her anyway?" he pulled his legs up on the bed and lay down on his back, blowing a straight stream of smoke into the air
"Me? Nothing. She's just having a bad night. I already told you. What about you? Trouble in paradise?"
Cherry was starting to feel enraged. She felt like she was trapped. She couldn't come out of the bathroom and the guys seemed to have forgotten she even existed. "Oh yes. Let's talk about Sweet's sex-life while I sit here and ROT. That is the more pressing matter."
After what seemed like hours, Cherry checked her face in the mirror, aside from the obvious anger crinkling her forehead and causing her nostrils to flare with every fiery breath, no signs of her recent outburst remained and she felt safe to come out and pretend nothing ever happened. The chatter had stopped and she figured Sweet must have gone by now. Sleepily she shuffled toward the bed only to find Sweet sprawled out with his eyes closed, arms across his chest fast asleep. Cherry stopped dead in her tracks and looked around the floor. Her eyes locked on one of her fuzzy pink slippers. Bending down and clutching the footwear, she sprang up quickly, hurling it toward Haze and hitting him square in his gaping, snoring mouth.
"WHAT THE -" Haze shot up like a rocket, his head moving rapidly from side-to-side looking for the culprit. "Cherry? Cherry! What the hell?"
"I should be the one asking that question!" she rasped in a loud, angry whisper. "Were you just going to let me sleep in the sink?"
"What? No. You could have come out at any time, man." He began to rub his eyes, coming down from his adrenaline rush and remembering how tired he was.
"And what was I supposed to do? Curl up at his feet like a lap dog?"
"Don't pretend you wouldn't like it" Haze laughed, but quickly regretted it, expecting the other slipper to come flying at his face. "Nice shot by the way." Cherry scowled. "Well, no need to worry anymore, Cher. He's not in bed with her. You can sleep in peace."
"I don't want to sleep in there now. God knows what they did."
"No. Haze knows."
"Haze knows what?"
"What they did…or didn't did."
"Do."
"Do what?"
"What they didn't do."
"Exactly, Cherry."
"And what was it?"
"What?"
"That they did."
"Didn't did."
"HAZE!" Cherry growled through clenched teeth.
"Sorry, sorry. Look, Cherry, don't worry your pink little head about it. Nothing happened. Well, nothing to brag about anyway, poor kid."
"What did happen? Wait. I don't want to know."
"Why don't you just find you some nice boy from some rival band or something? That would probably get his blood boiling."
"I want to get his blood boiling, Haze. I-" She looked over at the bed where she forgot Sweet was sleeping. "I can't talk about this with him in the room."
"Don't worry, Cherry. He's got his earplugs in. I snore, remember? Why don't you just go back to your bed and try to sleep? He left the room key on the dresser over there."
"Yeah. Fine."
Haze laid down and closed his eyes. "Sweet dreams... FUCK!" the other slipper came flying at his face, this time hitting him in the eye. "THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!"
Cherry slammed the door behind her.