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Myles noticed how her words slurred as she spoke. She wasn’t fat. Not even close. She was tiny and clearly, any person who offered that argument up couldn’t be reasonably sane, which made sense given the circumstances. “No. But wouldn’t you say that’s a bit irrelevant at this point.”
“I don’t care if you’re calling me fat,” she scoffed.
He took a step forward, instantly knowing it was a bad idea.
She pulled the rope tighter around her neck. “Stay back or I’ll let go,” she said almost breathlessly.
Myles put his hands up to show he understood and to assure her that he wasn’t moving. “Here, I’ll even sit down and enjoy the show. How’s that?”
“Are you mocking me?” she said, sweeping the almond colored hair from her face.
“No. I just want to stick around and see how you’re gonna get yourself out of this one.” He grinned and then continued. “You’ve gotten yourself in quite the predicament here. It’s gonna be tough to get down from there… the way you have yourself positioned and all.”
The woman cocked her head and squinted, clearly sizing him up once again. “Yeah, well, I’ll be dead so it appears that it’ll be your problem, doesn’t it.”
“Nah.”
She followed his eyes down and noticed that he was staring at the briefest hints of her midriff peeking through, huffed, and quickly adjusted her t-shirt. In doing so, she stumbled a little but managed to regain her balance.
Myles flinched and took a deep breath trying to steady himself.
“You won’t do it. I know it. And you know it.”
She laughed, and it was so unexpected, it concerned him more than he cared to admit. Every warning bell inside his head was blaring. This woman is crazy. Not simply drunk, but certifiable. She pointed directly at
him and spoke matter of factly. “The fact that the color of your face is the same as that white t-shirt you’re wearing begs to differ.”
He shook his head. “If you were going to jump, you would’ve already done it—”
She straightened her stance before cutting him off. “Well, I would have if you hadn’t so rudely interrupted me.”
“What I was going to add was that it wouldn’t matter anyhow. That knot wouldn’t hold, the rope would break, and you’d simply fall on your ass. Best-case scenario, you’d break your legs—worst case, your legs and back. No worries, though. You’d still be alive to enjoy all that fun. And you’d probably hate yourself more and more every day… the least of those reasons being your inability to properly tie a knot.”
“You’re an asshole, you know that?”
He flashed his winning smile. “So I’ve been told. But the real name’s Myles. And I assume you must be Jessica.”
She seemed surprised. “How do I know what you’re saying is true anyway?”
“That’s easy. I never lie.”
She frowned. “That’s impossible. Everyone lies.”
Myles dusted his palms against his pants. “I’m not everyone.”
She smirked ever so slightly at this. It was a good sign, Myles knew. “Okay, Mr. ‘not everyone.’ So what am I supposed to do now?”
“In other words, you’re asking me how you get the job done?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m asking.”
“Well, with all due respect, you do seem to be pretty liquored up. Couldn’t you just wait a little while and let alcohol poisoning work it’s magic?”
“Fuck you.”
“It’s a much more pleasurable way to off yourself is all I’m saying.” He stood. “Look, this conversation has been fun, but if you don’t mind, I have work to do. So, the way I see it, you have two options. One, you let me help you down. Or two, you stay up there and continue to weigh your options.”
“I could fire you and solve that problem for you.”
