1 Part 2: Me and My Corona
The blare of the music could be heard around the corner. People were parked blocks from the party. Some of them carried kegs, brandy, Jack Daniels, whiskey, rum and some one even had some Snapple. And of course, many had Corona.
Britany found a place closer to the house than most. She got out and walked to the house. A group of guys ran past her, shouting and laughing. It was obvious they had been drinking.
Entering the house, she was met with even more people. Most of them young, like her. No one in there was over 35. They sat and stood everywhere. Some making out, dancing, playing PS2. Everyone had a drink of some kind in her hand.
I need a drink. She though as she made her towards the cooler, One Corona left? What happened to all of those people with boxes of the stuff?
She reached for it and her hand was met by another that was reaching for it. She looked up and was met by a pair of innocent eyes.
"Hi." He greeted, a smile crossing his lips.
"Hey." Britany replied.
"You can have it if you want." He said with a fresh honesty she had not heard in a long while. She was taken back.
"It's okay. I can wait. You take it."
"Oh no, I insist. You take."
"Trust me it's okay. You take it."
"Okay then. We'll share." He picked up along with two cups.
"Should we shake on that?" A smile appeared on her-own lips.
"Okay then." He extended his hand. "I'm Jesse."
"Britany." She took his hand. It was surprisingly warm and baby soft.
He led the way to an empty corner, her hand still in his. They sat against the wall, his legs extended while she folded her up under her.
He opened the beer as she glanced around the room. It seemed only to become more crowded with every passing minute.
"So, when did you start racing?" Jesse asked.
"My junior year in high school. A couple of my friends use to race and another had a shop. I along with another friend got pulled into it." He handed her the cup and she took a sip. "What about you?"
"My dad and I mess around with it. I like doing it. Keeps my attention. Along with you." He glanced at her on the last remark.
Britany started laughing. Jesse's face darkened and his mood became heavy. Britany noticed it and quickly went to correct this.
"No. I'm not laughing at you. Hardly. I'm flattered. Most guys are just very up front."
Jesse's mood lighten somewhat but Britany knew it would take a little more to change it completely.
"Your whole being is innocent. It's refreshing. You don't meet too many people like you anymore. Hold onto that innocence." She took another sip from the cup. "Don't loss it."
Jesse looked at her blankly for a moment, processing what she had just said. Soon enough he was relaxed and smiling again.
"You are different." He said, readjusting himself on the wall. "Not the typical racing girl."
"What's the typical racing girl?" She asked, eyebrows rose.
"Well, some are "One of Boys". Others are "Wanna be on the Boys" Then there are the mother figures. But you, you don't fit any of those."
Britany finished what was left of her drink and put the cup down next to her. "I guess because I'm mostly a secretary."
"You don't race?"
"Not really."
"Oh.'
Britany looked down at her watch. "I have to go."
"Okay." He stood and helped onto her feet. "Would it be possible for me to get your number?"
"Yeah." She reached into her purse and produced a card. "Call me when you like. I'm usually up till five most nights."
"Alright." He looked up from the card and walked out with her.
"I'll see you at the next race." Britany said, walking backwards.
"I guess so." He smiled and waved as she walked out of his view.
*****
"It's getting' hot in here. So hot. So take off all your clothes. I am … getting so hot…I want to take my clothes off."
The music was blaring in the house. Drinks we're flowing easily around. No one was quiet. People were everywhere. But the best place to be was outside.
They had ribs on the grill, people in the pool, naked, and clothed. There was a dance floor over the pool. People drinking whatever they want in the hot tub.
"This is, um, new." Sherrie said, looking around.
"It's a party in honor of someone here. The guy has made it in the main circuit." Theresa stated.
"What ever it is lets party." Sandy walked past them and towards the pool house to change clothes.
Theresa picked up a bottle of Corona and headed outside. Sherrie stayed inside, watching the clock.
"Come on Pheroyn." Sandy called from the pool. "The waters warm."
"You now I'm afraid of water."
"Oh that's right. Explains the smell."
"If you're smart, you'll stay in the pool. But I guess that means I'll see you later in the house then." Theresa smiled and walked away, leaving a look of confusion on Sandy's face.
Sandy got out of the pool and walked around. She flirted with whichever guy stared her up and down. She knew she looked good in her metallic blue tankini. She walked inside and looked around. She spotted Vince chastising his younger brother.
"Body shots!" Leon called out, opening a bottle of imported vodka.
"I'm in." Sandy called out, strutting over to the table.
"Well, if it isn't Kickass herself."
"Wanna know why they call me that?" She smirked as she took a seat.
"Is that a challenge?"
"It's only a challenge when I know I have a competition." The howls in the house echoed over the music.
"Oh is that so?"
"Oh yeah. Bring it."
"Are there anymore takers?" He didn't wait for a response. "Let's do this." He plopped down at the table and poured two shots. "Ladies first."
Sandy picked it up and chugged it. She didn't even flinch when it licked at her insides, bring an instant shade of red to her pale flesh.
Leon looked for a reaction but wasn't too disappointed when he found none. He took a shot and snorted.
"Hmm, sounds like your drink is going up." Sandy commented.
"I can handle more than a shot. You just be sure not to over do it little girl."
Sandy poured her own shot and downed. "Just remember, girls do mature faster than boys, little man."
The insults continued back and forth like the shots, cautious but fast. Soon they had finished off two bottles and working on their third.
"You ready to," hiccup, "give up little one?" Leon speaking in a drunken slur.
"I never give up." Sandy's speech just as slurred as his.
As they lifted their last shot, they looked around for a moment and passed out, their glasses hitting the wooden floor, cracking into two.
* * * * *
"So, your team just doesn't like mine, does it?" Dom stood next to Theresa, watching the display of embarrassment between Sandy and Leon.
"It would seem so." She answered, not paying much attention to him. "But I can't speak for all of them." She turned and realized with whom she holding the conversation with.
"Look Dom, sorry about earlier. It's what happens when you work with mostly women."
"I understand. I live with one." He smiled and turned to the drunks at the table. Theirs head touched the vodka bottle, their arms sprawled over the side.
"I guess we should go get our pets."
"I'm not taking her home. She's staying right here."
Dom looked at her with a puzzled look on his face. "You're cold."
"Only when I have to be."
Dom opened his mouth to speak but pulled Theresa close to him as a glass vase went hurling past her head, hitting the wall behind her.
Theresa stared at his chiseled chest as she took in the moment.
"Oh what! I can't be nice now?" Xander's voice traveled into her ears.
"I wouldn't mind so much if you could be nice but you never will be!" Sherrie stood in front of him.
"Oh fuck. I can't be nice to you. Can't do anything right. Why the hell do I try?"
"Don't know. Just leave me the fuck alone."
"I would but you keep throwing yourself at me-"
"Throwing myself at you. How about throwing my fist in your damn face. How about that?"
Sherrie stepped closer, her fist up. Dom moved in, Theresa behind him. He stepped in front of Xander while Theresa pushed in front of Sherrie.
"Rage. Get a fucking grip. It's just a guy." Theresa pushed Sherrie away. "Mark! Marcus? Get in here."
A man about 6'3 came into the living room of the house, picked Sherrie completely of her feet and took her out of the house.
Theresa turned and went to the table, picked Sandy up, swinging Sandy's arm over her shoulder, and dragged her towards the door. She stopped and turned to Dom.
"It's been a blast. We should do this more often."
"Yeah." Dom said. "Next time I'll crash a car into a house and you can set it on fire."
"Ooh, sounds like fun." Theresa turned and walked out the door.
The blare of the music could be heard around the corner. People were parked blocks from the party. Some of them carried kegs, brandy, Jack Daniels, whiskey, rum and some one even had some Snapple. And of course, many had Corona.
Britany found a place closer to the house than most. She got out and walked to the house. A group of guys ran past her, shouting and laughing. It was obvious they had been drinking.
Entering the house, she was met with even more people. Most of them young, like her. No one in there was over 35. They sat and stood everywhere. Some making out, dancing, playing PS2. Everyone had a drink of some kind in her hand.
I need a drink. She though as she made her towards the cooler, One Corona left? What happened to all of those people with boxes of the stuff?
She reached for it and her hand was met by another that was reaching for it. She looked up and was met by a pair of innocent eyes.
"Hi." He greeted, a smile crossing his lips.
"Hey." Britany replied.
"You can have it if you want." He said with a fresh honesty she had not heard in a long while. She was taken back.
"It's okay. I can wait. You take it."
"Oh no, I insist. You take."
"Trust me it's okay. You take it."
"Okay then. We'll share." He picked up along with two cups.
"Should we shake on that?" A smile appeared on her-own lips.
"Okay then." He extended his hand. "I'm Jesse."
"Britany." She took his hand. It was surprisingly warm and baby soft.
He led the way to an empty corner, her hand still in his. They sat against the wall, his legs extended while she folded her up under her.
He opened the beer as she glanced around the room. It seemed only to become more crowded with every passing minute.
"So, when did you start racing?" Jesse asked.
"My junior year in high school. A couple of my friends use to race and another had a shop. I along with another friend got pulled into it." He handed her the cup and she took a sip. "What about you?"
"My dad and I mess around with it. I like doing it. Keeps my attention. Along with you." He glanced at her on the last remark.
Britany started laughing. Jesse's face darkened and his mood became heavy. Britany noticed it and quickly went to correct this.
"No. I'm not laughing at you. Hardly. I'm flattered. Most guys are just very up front."
Jesse's mood lighten somewhat but Britany knew it would take a little more to change it completely.
"Your whole being is innocent. It's refreshing. You don't meet too many people like you anymore. Hold onto that innocence." She took another sip from the cup. "Don't loss it."
Jesse looked at her blankly for a moment, processing what she had just said. Soon enough he was relaxed and smiling again.
"You are different." He said, readjusting himself on the wall. "Not the typical racing girl."
"What's the typical racing girl?" She asked, eyebrows rose.
"Well, some are "One of Boys". Others are "Wanna be on the Boys" Then there are the mother figures. But you, you don't fit any of those."
Britany finished what was left of her drink and put the cup down next to her. "I guess because I'm mostly a secretary."
"You don't race?"
"Not really."
"Oh.'
Britany looked down at her watch. "I have to go."
"Okay." He stood and helped onto her feet. "Would it be possible for me to get your number?"
"Yeah." She reached into her purse and produced a card. "Call me when you like. I'm usually up till five most nights."
"Alright." He looked up from the card and walked out with her.
"I'll see you at the next race." Britany said, walking backwards.
"I guess so." He smiled and waved as she walked out of his view.
*****
"It's getting' hot in here. So hot. So take off all your clothes. I am … getting so hot…I want to take my clothes off."
The music was blaring in the house. Drinks we're flowing easily around. No one was quiet. People were everywhere. But the best place to be was outside.
They had ribs on the grill, people in the pool, naked, and clothed. There was a dance floor over the pool. People drinking whatever they want in the hot tub.
"This is, um, new." Sherrie said, looking around.
"It's a party in honor of someone here. The guy has made it in the main circuit." Theresa stated.
"What ever it is lets party." Sandy walked past them and towards the pool house to change clothes.
Theresa picked up a bottle of Corona and headed outside. Sherrie stayed inside, watching the clock.
"Come on Pheroyn." Sandy called from the pool. "The waters warm."
"You now I'm afraid of water."
"Oh that's right. Explains the smell."
"If you're smart, you'll stay in the pool. But I guess that means I'll see you later in the house then." Theresa smiled and walked away, leaving a look of confusion on Sandy's face.
Sandy got out of the pool and walked around. She flirted with whichever guy stared her up and down. She knew she looked good in her metallic blue tankini. She walked inside and looked around. She spotted Vince chastising his younger brother.
"Body shots!" Leon called out, opening a bottle of imported vodka.
"I'm in." Sandy called out, strutting over to the table.
"Well, if it isn't Kickass herself."
"Wanna know why they call me that?" She smirked as she took a seat.
"Is that a challenge?"
"It's only a challenge when I know I have a competition." The howls in the house echoed over the music.
"Oh is that so?"
"Oh yeah. Bring it."
"Are there anymore takers?" He didn't wait for a response. "Let's do this." He plopped down at the table and poured two shots. "Ladies first."
Sandy picked it up and chugged it. She didn't even flinch when it licked at her insides, bring an instant shade of red to her pale flesh.
Leon looked for a reaction but wasn't too disappointed when he found none. He took a shot and snorted.
"Hmm, sounds like your drink is going up." Sandy commented.
"I can handle more than a shot. You just be sure not to over do it little girl."
Sandy poured her own shot and downed. "Just remember, girls do mature faster than boys, little man."
The insults continued back and forth like the shots, cautious but fast. Soon they had finished off two bottles and working on their third.
"You ready to," hiccup, "give up little one?" Leon speaking in a drunken slur.
"I never give up." Sandy's speech just as slurred as his.
As they lifted their last shot, they looked around for a moment and passed out, their glasses hitting the wooden floor, cracking into two.
* * * * *
"So, your team just doesn't like mine, does it?" Dom stood next to Theresa, watching the display of embarrassment between Sandy and Leon.
"It would seem so." She answered, not paying much attention to him. "But I can't speak for all of them." She turned and realized with whom she holding the conversation with.
"Look Dom, sorry about earlier. It's what happens when you work with mostly women."
"I understand. I live with one." He smiled and turned to the drunks at the table. Theirs head touched the vodka bottle, their arms sprawled over the side.
"I guess we should go get our pets."
"I'm not taking her home. She's staying right here."
Dom looked at her with a puzzled look on his face. "You're cold."
"Only when I have to be."
Dom opened his mouth to speak but pulled Theresa close to him as a glass vase went hurling past her head, hitting the wall behind her.
Theresa stared at his chiseled chest as she took in the moment.
"Oh what! I can't be nice now?" Xander's voice traveled into her ears.
"I wouldn't mind so much if you could be nice but you never will be!" Sherrie stood in front of him.
"Oh fuck. I can't be nice to you. Can't do anything right. Why the hell do I try?"
"Don't know. Just leave me the fuck alone."
"I would but you keep throwing yourself at me-"
"Throwing myself at you. How about throwing my fist in your damn face. How about that?"
Sherrie stepped closer, her fist up. Dom moved in, Theresa behind him. He stepped in front of Xander while Theresa pushed in front of Sherrie.
"Rage. Get a fucking grip. It's just a guy." Theresa pushed Sherrie away. "Mark! Marcus? Get in here."
A man about 6'3 came into the living room of the house, picked Sherrie completely of her feet and took her out of the house.
Theresa turned and went to the table, picked Sandy up, swinging Sandy's arm over her shoulder, and dragged her towards the door. She stopped and turned to Dom.
"It's been a blast. We should do this more often."
"Yeah." Dom said. "Next time I'll crash a car into a house and you can set it on fire."
"Ooh, sounds like fun." Theresa turned and walked out the door.