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Ben did and he wrapped her up in a big bear hug. Jill only shook her hand.
“I’m sorry,” Jill said. “I was in the next class up and I didn’t know many people in your class. Mandy was one of my good friends, but hell, we didn’t start hanging out until right around…what…your tenth grade year, my eleventh?”
“Right around the time I left,” Porter added.
Porter snaked her arm into mine and led me through the wooden doors.
“I swear I don’t remember anyone here,” she said. “You’re going to seriously have to help me tonight.”
“Me? I thought the members of the hotel staff were our classmates.”
“Oh boy.”
“Yeah, we need to get drinks as soon as possible,” I said. “You maybe not, miss fall on her face.”
“Oh that? I’m stone-fucking-sober, man. That’s just me. You know this already. Remember the time I chipped my tooth?”
“That wasn’t your fault though,” I reminded her.
It wasn’t. One of the class bullies had sneaked up behind her while she was busy doing her work and had tied her shoe laces to the bars on her desk. Her left foot was tied to the left side and the right foot to the other. It was right before the bell rang, and when it did, she tried to stand up and the desk went with her. She fell flat on her face, chipping her tooth when her jaw hit the desk in front of her. She went to the hospital. The bully was expelled.
Porter smiled at me like she was auditioning for a toothpaste commercial. Her teeth were perfect.
“You fixed the chip!”
“Dated a dentist,” she admitted.
We sat down at her table, or the one she’d arrived at earlier and was still fairly empty. She fiddled with the front of her dress, making sure her tits were propped up just right.
“Dated a plastic surgeon too,” she said.
“You look amazing,” I replied. “Not that you didn’t look great before.”
“So who do we know here?” she asked.
I wouldn’t expect her to remember everyone in the hall. We’d gone to school together since the fifth grade but our high school was situated right smack dab in the center of the area meaning kids were bused in from other towns and some of our middle school friends transferred to schools in other towns. Our student body was a real hodgepodge, a variety show of sorts.
We sat scanning the crowd of people sitting and chatting, standing and mingling, with a few sprinkled in on the dance floor, showing off moves I hadn’t seen since the turn of the millennium.
Seated at the next table over was Donut Dawn. She looked exactly like she did on graduation day. She’d gained a few pounds
but was as adorable in the face as always. She’d gotten her nickname in the harshest of ways. She was a cheerleader and was known for giving the football players blowjobs whenever they asked for it. Rumor was, she even got caught by one of the other cheerleaders as she went down on one guy and gave another a hand job at the same time. Donut Dawn. Poor thing. They said her mouth was permanently open like the hole at the center of a donut.
Dawn sat with a good looking older man next to her, so she’d either put that blowjob experience to good use, or she’d cleaned up her act and found a good hearted man. Either way, she was winning.
Doing some funky version of “the running man dance” on the dance floor, surrounded by a group of friends, was Antoine Jakes. He’d always been a class clown and was now using that natural goofiness of his to get the party going.
At the table to my left was a large, manly looking black woman, with tall hair, lots of makeup, and gaudy jewelry.
“Who’s that?” I asked Porter, nudging my head left to gesture discreetly at the woman.
Porter pointed right at her.
“Her?”
“Dammit, Porter,” I said as I lowered her hand and accidentally made it point at some guy on the dance floor.
“Me?” he mouthed.
