“No problem at all, congrats on the new place.”
“Thank you,” she says blushing and I think my work here is done.
“Have a good one,” I tell her.
“Thanks! You too!”
I ride back down the snow-draped mountain, its silence broken only by the soft hiss of my board.
I go to the resort’s restaurant just like always, so Derek can whip me up one of his famous burgers. I hope boss doesn’t cut my break short for my delivery. I need every minute I can get on my breaks, instructing is exhausting. But it’s worth it. When I enter the bar, I nearly slip from the melted snow spreading on the wooden floor from people’s snow boots. I move carefully through the bar, kinda looking like a baby giraffe myself.
I spin a chair towards me to sit in and then spin back to face the bar.
“How’s the new job?” Derek asks, “you look like shit.”
“Thanks,” I laugh, “It’s good, I’m just tired from last night.”
Derek doesn’t know I do coke. He’s super against it after his mom has been in and out of rehab and I don’t want him to hate me for it. So, every time I need a bump, I do it from a vial, so I don’t leave any dust behind.
I’m scared to see what would happen if he were to find out.
“From What? Jacking off? I didn’t hear any girls moaning last night,” Derek says.
Jesus, Derek, I didn’t realize I was under a microscope. But then again, he’s never been shy about asking questions that make you wanna punch him in the face.
“No idiot, get your mind out of the gutter. I just couldn’t sleep.”
“Whatever you say…” He says, “what are you having?”
“A burger, hold the pickle.”
“You got it,” He says before heading to the back.
While Derek is making my burger, I look over my right shoulder and see my brother, Everest, walk through the door that leads to the bar.
“Well, look who it is, my brother, who never answers my texts,” He says.
“Me? You’re the one always under some girl.”
“Yeah, and you wish it was you.”
I roll my eyes.
“What did you text me?” I ask as he sits.
“If you want to come to a party with me.” He says, “It’s tonight.”
A party? I really shouldn’t. I have work tomorrow, but something in me doesn’t care. I think I could use a couple drinks to sleep tonight, anyways. Maybe then I won’t be tossing and turning.
“Sure,” I say.
“Sweet bro,” he says before taking a sip of my water like the entitled asshole he is.
Derek comes back with my burger and a pickle…in his hand? It looks like he’s holding a green dick.
“Bro, what the fuck are you doing holding a pickle like that?” I ask him, laughing.
“You gonna shove it up your ass?” Everest adds.
