"Let's go get some coffee." You say. As fun as it would be to sleep in this strange woman's apartment you just don't think it would be right. You need to sober up a bit then you could drive home. Looking down at Rebecca who has sat on the stairs you see her smile hugely at you with a drunken Cheshire cat like smile. Her eyes are have closed.
"Noooo I need some sleep not coffee," Rebecca whines. "Sleep."
"Hey I've got a pretty big place and if you would like to crash its okay. It's the whole floor of one of the old factory buildings. It cheap enough for me and my roommates and they wouldn't care if you two sleep on the couches," the trumpet player says. "And anyway I'm just a few blocks that way. The walk takes ten minutes tops. It's okay I'm not some weird insane stalker that takes lost people home and then attacks them."
"Rats," you say. All three of you laugh. A high wind blows through tossing the trumpeter's hair around her face. She pushes it back and tilts her head and smiles at you.
"I need sleep! And if that means I'm going to lay down right here on these steps and pass out that's what I'm going to do," Rebecca says as she stamps her feet.
"But we don't even know your name," you say.
"It's Eve, Eve Toronto, part time jazz musician, part time model and full time waitress," she says as she bows down low in a grandiose fashion of someone who took way to many drama classes in high school.
"Okay Becky, you make the call," you say.
"Sleep now," is all she says.
"All right then I guess were going to your place," you say.
Just then Todd, the owner of the Jazz club, opens the door and yells for you to get off his stairs and then slams the door.
She just looks at you and says, "I hate that man." |