I walked out, exhaling smoke as soon as the door closed behind me. Flicked the lighter, lit up a cigarette, and dialed Ivy. She lived just outside the city, in one of those so-called "gated communities." Always made me laugh, like she was part of some suburban cult.
She picked up on the second ring. "Yellow?"
"Hey, Ivy. What's up?"
"Feeling bad," she said without missing a beat. "Because you charged me double when I got gas for my car."
"Yeah, after you broke two beer bottles and our fire exit sign," I shot back. "Wonder why."
"Oh… right." She chuckled. "Totally forgot about that."
"Anyway, I need your help." I took a long drag, exhaling smoke through my nose. "You've gotta… make a friend. Then convince her to get a massage."
"Oookay," she said slowly. "Is that friend a woman, and the masseur is you?"
"Yes."
"Are you serious? Evan, am I about to become an accessory to date rape? You that desperate, huh?"
