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back to Monroe after a tiny sip, then stopped, frowning. “That really does taste good.”
    She took a bigger drink.
    Lashon laughed. “Rock on. Fuck moderation. Hey, you never know when the world might end. It could happen tonight, while we’re in that dump of a theater. A fucking nuclear bomb could drop right on our heads while we’re watching shitty movies. We could all just suddenly die. Like that .” She snapped her fingers. “So you might as well party like there’s no fucking tomorrow. You don’t want to have been all boring and responsible and shit in the last moments of your existence, do you?”
    Kira took one more big swallow and passed the jug back to Monroe. “Oh whatever. Last thing I want is a DUI. That should do me for a while.”
    Monroe said, “The possibility of all-out nuclear war is really kind of remote these days anyway.”
    Lashon looked at him. “Is that right?”
    Monroe nodded. “Yeah. And even if it happened, I seriously doubt whoever was attacking us would waste a nuclear warhead on fucking Murfreesboro. Those things are expensive and there’s nothing worth wiping out here anyway.”
    Lashon’s expression turned pensive. “Huh. You’ve got a point. I’m not sure the rest of the world would even notice we were gone.”
    “Probably not. And if anyone did notice, they’d be all like, ‘Whoa, Murfreesboro got flattened by a fucking nuclear bomb. Never heard of that fuckin’ place’.” He smirked. “Hell, I’m not sure it’d even really count as an attack on America per se.”
    Lashon snatched the hunch punch jug from Monroe. “You’re a funny motherfucker sometimes, you know that?”
    Monroe grunted. “Yeah. I know. Shit.”
    They heard a creak of rusty hinges as the Malibu’s passenger side door swung open. The seat on that side was shoved forward and Jason Tatum emerged from the car wearing only his jeans. A couple of empty tall boy beer cans fell out of the car and clattered on the asphalt. Jason had a muscular build and a moderately hairy chest. He had shoulder-length brown hair and looked like he hadn’t shaved in at least a day. A cigarette was wedged into a corner of his mouth. “Any of you Peeping Tom motherfuckers got a light?”
    Lashon dug a plastic Bic out of her little handbag. “Here ya go, stud.”
    Jason lit the cigarette and blew smoke at her. “Enjoy the show?”
    Lashon smiled. “Mixed review. Good energy, but your performance could use a little work. I’d be happy to give you some pointers.”
    Jason passed the lighter back and stared at her.
    Monroe frowned.
    Huh.
    “He doesn’t need any pointers, bitch.”
    Nikki had come out of the car. She was a short but very curvy girl. The tight white shorts and baby-doll T-shirt she wore emphasized a full figure that was just plain distracting. Monroe usually tried to avoid looking right at her. Otherwise, he’d stare and drool and that would be awkward.
    Lashon directed another smile at Nikki. “Relax. I’m just joking around.”
    Nikki wrapped her arms around Jason, mashing her enormous breasts against his ribs. She glared at Lashon. “Better be.”
    Lashon kept on smiling. “If I know what’s good for me, right?”
    Monroe started to get a twitchy feeling. Uh-oh. This could get ugly.
    Kira cleared her throat. “Uh…maybe we should go get our tickets.”
    Jason smiled and draped an arm around Nikki’s shoulders. “Nah. Movies won’t start for an hour yet. Let’s hang and party some more first.”
    The gesture of physical affection from Jason seemed to relax Nikki. A lot of the tension went out of her posture as she smiled and said, “Yeah, I wanna get fucked up. Gimme that jug, bitch.”
    Lashon reluctantly surrendered the jug.
    Monroe glanced at Kira. “Yeah, let’s hang a while. Besides, we’re still waiting for someone.”
    Kira squinted at him. “Who?”
    “Old buddy of mine. We were tight in high school. Trevor McKinley. I’ve mentioned him before.”
    Kira nodded slowly.