“Close the door,”
Cayden said as he managed to lift his head from the couch as
Gage stumbled out of the apartment with a bottle of wine in his
hand.
“Got it,” Gage said
as he giggle. He turned back. “The food was great,”
he said, “and the turkey . . . is there any turkey left?”
He questioned.
“Whatever’s left
is on the counter,” Cayden responded, too tired and too
drunk to get up from the couch. Next to him, Elijah had passed
out and was laying on top of him, breathing onto his neck. Cayden
rolled his eyes and tried to push him away, but couldn’t
find the strength. At his feet, Mason has also passed out holding
a bottle of wine and was now snoring.
Everyone else had left except
for Gage, who always seemed to be the last to leave a party.
He stepped into the kitchen and glanced around. “Hey, you
got any foil?” He questioned. Cayden had already fallen
asleep and didn’t respond. “Don’t worry,”
he said. “I don’t need it,” he said as he reached
for the turkey and ripped the drumstick off of it.
He stepped out of the kitchen
and glanced over at the couch where Cayden was sleeping with
Elijah and Mason’s arms and legs intertwined. “You
guys playing Twister?” Gage asked. The idea struck him as
hilarious and he started laughing uncontrollably.
He realized that the three
of them were sleeping and stopped himself. “Okay, sleepyheads,”
Gage said as he backed out of the apartment. “I’m gonna
go continue this party at my place.” He started laughing
as he stepped into the hall holding a bottle of wine and a drumstick.
Stumbling, he fell against
the wall and started laughing as he slid to the floor. “Happy
Thanksgiving,” he chuckled. He stayed on the floor for several
minutes until his head lolled back and he fell asleep.
Down the hall, a door opened.
Mrs. Mulberry stepped into the hall. “What is all that racket?”
She questioned as she spied Gage on the ground. Curious, Mrs.
Mulberry started down the hall and when she saw who it was, she
shook her head.
“Goddamned drug addicts
have no respect,” she muttered under her breath. “Always
sleeping in someone’s hall.” Turning to Glance at Cayden’s
apartment, Mrs. Mulberry peered inside. Her eyes widened when
she saw Cayden, Elijah and Mason all sleeping together on the
couch. “I was right,” she said to herself, “it
is a gay whorehouse.”
Shaking her head, Mrs. Mulberry
reached forward and pulled Cayden’s door shut. Glancing
down at Gage, she shook her head and started back to her own
apartment, but paused and turned back. Slowly, she bent over
and freed the bottle of wine from Gage’s grasp.
“Finders keepers,”
she said with a smile as she went back to her apartment. |
