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~ Darren ~
Past
Iwatch as the pretty young woman, JD’s latest pussy pursuit, retches all over her friend’s sweater. He takes the mojito from her hands before it starts to spill.
Bridget rushes over to her. “We should get you to the restroom.”
Amy groans and slumps against the back of the sofa.
I lift a hand, and an attendant immediately appears. I glance over at the sweater, now covered in bits of chewed-up dim sum and whatever else the coed had in her stomach. The vomit drips off the sweater and onto my sofa. The attendant immediately produces a towel. Another attendant comes over with a busboy tub.
“I don’t want to move,” Amy mumbles.
“We should go home then,” Bridget says before turning to see the attendant place her sweater into the busboy tub.
Not knowing what else to do, JD stands up. If he had expected to pound some pussy tonight, it wasn’t going to happen. Behind me, Olga mutters something in Russian.
“How’d you get here?” I ask Bridget.
“BART and then taxi,” she answers.
“We’ll give you a lift,” JD offers.
While I agree that it’s not going to be easy for Bridget to maneuver Amy on and off a BART train, and perhaps not that safe for two women, one of them wasted, to take public transportation at this hour of the night, we could have just called them a cab.
JD turns to me. “Right, cuz?”
Bridget’s gaze meets mine. “Oh, that won’t be—”
“’Course,” I answer.
She looks like she wants to protest further but doesn’t, possibly because of the finality in my tone when I spoke. Instead, she says to the attendant wiping the sofa, “I can help with that.”
“We should get your friend home,” I tell her. “Besides, you’re not the one who threw up all over the sofa.”
“Does that matter? I’m just trying to be helpful.”
“You won’t be much help. That sofa’s going to need to be deep-cleaned.”
Or burned. Like that sweater of hers.
“Wanna take your new Panamera for a spin?” JD asks me.
I frown at him. He can’t think I’m eager to chance Amy throwing up in my new wheels. I reply, “How about you have your driver bring around the Cullinan?”
“Fine, fine.”
JD is more heavily involved in the Jing San than I am and sees a lot more money as a result. If he screwed up his ride, he could easily afford a replacement. He often pushes me to work more closely with him. My mother would rather see me sever all my ties to the triad, and it’s one reason I started The Lotus. Sometimes I toy with myself, thinking that I can go completely legit. But the club wouldn’t be what it is without the Jing San. And the Jing San is family.
As JD calls his driver, Bridget tries to help Amy to her feet. Amy moans. JD returns his cell to his pocket and picks up Amy. He must really want a piece of her, because he has plenty of women to fall back on for a booty call.
I sweep my arm for Bridget to go ahead and start to follow her down the stairs.
Olga puts a hand on my arm. “You are going, too?”
It’s true that I don’t have to tag along, but I feel almost compelled. Not sure why.
“Yeah,” I answer.
