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through the window. “What’s that you’re drinking?”
    “Berry punch and Everclear.”
    “Gimme some.”
    “Sure.”
    He sauntered over to the Hyundai and passed the jug through the window. Lashon took it and knocked back a sizable gulp. She licked her lips. “Yum.”
    Monroe stared at her. She looked really cute tonight, wearing a short black skirt and a clingy, shoulder-baring black top. Her shoulder-length black hair looked like it had been done recently. It looked glossy and perfect. Kira looked good, too, in denim cutoffs and a white tank top. It was hard to say which one he might have the better shot with, in romantic terms, just theoretically speaking. Kira was a friend. Their relationship was formed initially out of a mutual fondness for British television and Japanese horror movies, and he’d never put the moves on her, out of respect for the friendship. Still, he’d always found her attractive.
    A faint scream rang out.
    Lashon shifted in her seat to peer past him at the Malibu. “What’s going on over there?”
    “Jason’s fucking Nikki Carson in the Malibu.”
    Lashon unclipped her seat belt and opened the door on her side. She climbed out and peered at Monroe over the roof. “Let’s harass them.”
    “Uh…”
    Lashon gave him a quick once-over as she came around from the other side of the Hyundai. “You look good, Monroe. You’ve lost weight.”
    “Uh…”
    Strange comment. Point of fact, he hadn’t lost any weight since the last time he’d seen Lashon. Hell, he was pretty sure he’d put on a couple pounds. Not that it mattered. He was a pretty skinny dude, so he could afford to gain some. She was just being purposefully flattering. He wasn’t sure whether that was a good or a bad thing. With a girl like Lashon you could just never tell. It could be a totally innocuous comment or she could have some kind of weird, unknowable ulterior motive.
    She passed the punch jug to him and continued on toward the Malibu. Monroe glanced at the car and saw the sole of one of Nikki’s small feet pressed flat against the glass. Then he looked at Kira as she got out of the Hyundai and threw her door shut.
    “Lashon says I’ve lost weight.”
    Kira looked him over, then rolled her eyes. “You might get lucky tonight, Monroe. She and Greg are finished, for real.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Wow.”
    Monroe wondered if he could bum a rubber from Jason. Just in case. He’d have to be smooth about asking, being sure to do it when Lashon was out of earshot. Of course, it was highly unlikely he’d actually wind up getting with her, but it couldn’t hurt to be prepared.
    Kira scowled at him. “You don’t have to be so excited.”
    Monroe made his smile go away. “I’m not excited.”
    “Are, too.”
    “Whatever.”
    Huh . What if Kira and Lashon both wanted him?
    That’d be a tough motherfucking dilemma.
    Lashon leaned over the back of the Malibu and peered through the rear windshield. She rapped her knuckles on the window and giggled at the shriek that elicited from Nikki. A dim shout of “you bitch!” could be heard from the interior of the car.
    Lashon giggled again and kept peering through the window. “Ooh, look, Jason’s got a big pink pimple on his left ass cheek. That’s nasty.”
    More shouts from the car.
    Lashon gave them a cheery wave and came back to where Kira and Monroe were standing. “That Nikki chick is kind of hot. How did a loser like Jason get with her?”
    Monroe shrugged. “I, uh…”
    “Never mind. Let’s have some more of that fucking punch.”
    Monroe passed the jug back to her and she took another healthy swig. “Mmm. Man, I plan on getting good and fucked the fuck up tonight. And maybe get laid.” She pressed the jug into Kira’s hands. “Stop looking all scowly, bitch. We’re here to have fun. Drink up.”
    Kira accepted the jug with obvious reluctance. “I only want to get a little buzzed. I’m driving, remember?”
    She started to pass the jug