“Thank you for coming! Can you believe it!” Nils laughed until it turned into a spluttering cough. He tapped the passing bar girl on the shoulder. “Get us another jug of that, will you?” The boarded-up den was packed and beginning to get rowdy. Vikram, Nils and Drake hunched on either side of the makeshift table: a door propped over empty kegs. Drake had her feet up. She was wearing her prized boots, huge and chunky, their soles two inches thick and ridged like a series of fins. A naked electric... bulb swung overhead, casting wild shadows, making the drunk feel drunker. “Stuck up cow,” said Drake. She drew luxuriously on a skinny roll-up and sighed out an equally emaciated trail of smoke. “Surprised you didn’t punch her, Vik.” “I was tempted,” Vikram said. “Thank you for coming.” Nils put on a high pitched, whiny voice. “What a bitch.” He shook his head admiringly. Nils’s reaction was predictable. He was disappointed Vikram had seen so little of Adelaide, but she was exactly as Nils had imagined.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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