Gemme hurries over to me and I frown slightly. Not only is she late, she's got blood on her.
"Looks like I'm not the only one with blood on me," I note, gesturing to her clothes, "What happened?"
"Richard," she replies bluntly. It takes me a moment to realise what she means. I'd forgotten who he even is.
"You okay?" I ask when I realise what she was on about. I'm willing to take a wild guess that he was the one to come off worse.
"Yeah. I'm fine. What about Ben?" Who gives a shit about Ben?
"He'll be fine. I didn't even break anything. Although if Richard's dead - he's dead right? - Ben might be in more trouble from the junkies that depend on him," I laughed. I should probably feel sorry for Benny.
"Yeah he's dead, shot himself in the mouth." Lovely. "So, you wanna stay here a little bit longer?" I shrug. Sure I'd like to stay here, but it's only gonna make me miss it more.
"Nah. Don't wanna make myself even worse, now, do I?" I mutter, standing away from the fence, flicking my cigarette butt away from me.
"Okay, I need to clean up anyway; did you feel better for beating up Ben?" She asks me as we walk onto the platform.
"Yup. Much better. In fact, I don't think I'll be a danger to anyone in Newberry tonight. Not even ‘I've killed worse than you' Jeremy." I smile slightly. It can't be a good thing that beating the shit out of someone makes me feel better.
"Good, although I was planning a night in anyway," she says and I nod.
"Yeah. Hey, you wanna watch a movie tonight?" I spread my hands in front of me as we sit on the bench to wait for the next train, "I won't take any drugs. Just you ‘n' me, yeah?" Why did I say that? Guess it doesn't matter, ‘cause it cheers Gemme right up when I say it.
"Sure," she beams at me. I smile back and light another cigarette.
"Know any good DVD stores in town?" I wonder aloud.
"Sure, it's next to the Wal-Mart. Dunno what movies you like though." Neither do I. Never really sat down to specifically watch a movie. I mean... why have a film on when you can have an acid trip?
"Anything that isn't slushy or crap, I guess," I shrug and smile vaguely. "You can choose as long as it's not some romantic comedy shit," I say, taking a long toke on my cigarette.
"Well, I dunno, I'm not a big fan of horror myself. But I haven't watched a film in ages," she replies as the train pulls up beside us. Ignoring the no smoking sign on the door, I get on and finish my smoke on the train, despite the irritable or confused looks from other people. Gemme sits down opposite me, watching as I burn black spots into the table with the cigarette.
"Well, like I say, you can choose what we watch, I don't mind."
"Hmm... you seen Constantine? That's a fairly good film." I shake my head and take a last drag on my smoke before flicking it out the window.
"I've not seen anything I remember the name of," I mutter.
"Okay, well I'm not sure I was never good at picking films." Give me strength. Hello world, been looking for the most indecisive girl ever? She's right here.
"Constantine will be fine, if that's what you want to watch... what's it even about?"
"Ahh angels and demons, the coming of Lucifer's son. It has Keanu Reeves in it." She giggles. I nod and pretend to know who the hell Keanu Reeves is.
"Hehe. Not a fan of celebrities? I'm sorry, by the way, I've just been with my brother. I'll stop reading your thoughts in a minute." You read them regardless of whether you've been with your brother or not.
"No, more a case of I've not been sober enough for the last four years of my life to know who anyone outside of the drug business is," I mumble, tapping my finger on the table, supporting my head with my other hand. Trains are boring.
"Oh well. I think you'll enjoy it. You a big fan of alcohol?" I arch an eyebrow questioningly.
"Wondering if you wanted to get a drink in. I like some of it; just a little sucky I don't get any effects of it other than liver disease. Heh." I smile and nod.
"Sure, I'll grab a case of beer while you're getting the DVD. What do you want me to get you?"
"Bourbon, please." I feel my eyebrow twitch up again. Bourbon? Whatever. I'll have to remind myself to get a small case of beer, rather than a big one while I'm in the Wal-Mart. No point saying I won't take drugs only to get drunk, is there? Ah well, I can heal alcohol away easier than drugs. It's something.
"Sure. I'll just have to go back to the house and pick up my fake ID." I mutter. Well I'm seventeen. D'ya really think I'd get away with it without a fake ID?