Bootleg Germane

Chapter 34: Bootleg Germane

 

 

 

           

“Glad I’m not hungry.” was his only thought as he put music on in his car and pulled out. He picked up his phone and stored away his wallet. Going to his contact list right away and contemplated calling Jamie. Trevor knew he was going to. Really he was probably trying to waste as much time as he could. So, he began driving down the roads he knew so well. Reading all the street signs he saw. He made his way up to a place that laid a view in from the elementary school he attended as a child. Trevor made the call. “Brrrrrnngg…. Brrrnnngg…” the phone rang. It rang and rang. Almost until the call dropped, Jamie picked up. “Hello.” He answered. “hey, what are you doing?”

“Are we getting up tonight?” he paused. “yeah, I’m actually in your neighborhood now.” Trevor turned his car left and down the main street. “What? What are you here for?”

            “I’m at this guy’s place named Jordan. He’s gonna tattoo me in a few.” Trevor thought this thrilling. He asked Jamie when and where. Jamie told him where and that he would be there soon. Trevor was unclear on where to go, it bugged him. He turned around back to his road, and made a right onto a different street. He saw a place packed with cars at a house on the street on the left. This made him insecure for some reason. Trevor was displeased, he took himself all the way back home. No idea of what to do, Trevor was thirsty. Not for water or milk. He went into the beer case him mom left out and got two. He drank them in unison. No time. He pulled two more and swigged them down. Trevor felt good. Really good. He got and drank another, and took them to the car. He put music on and drank one of the two slowly. Enjoying every millisecond of the CD he’d just popped in. He grew tired of this soon. He switched on the radio and drove back up to the house that he’d seen before. Right away he drank the last beer while lowly perusing the stations. Bad news, he was unsuspectingly surrounded by people. For once he had luck. He’d basically chugged the beer and threw it under his umbrella sitting beside him in the passenger seat.  Two people he did recognize, one of which was beating on his car window on the driver’s side after he jetted around the car and peered at Trevor. He was somehow okay with this for now. The other was Jamie. The other three he did not know. Trevor got out. No hesitation. “What’s up, bro?” Jamie asked.

            “Not much…” Trevor said reluctantly. “Hi.”

            Trevor didn’t know what to say. “I’m Jordan.”

            “Oh. Hi.” Trevor said and shook his hand briefly. “Let’s go inside.” He suggested and they all concurred.  Trevor was heftily tipsy, feeling great, but trying to be discrete. He didn’t feel bad about taking his time coming here. He was actually in a comfort zone. Truly feeling as if he had no problems, they brought him to a basement room where one man walked over and sat down at a computer. Trevor had no choice but to sit down somewhere. He needed some relaxation among peers who were doing their own thing. “What to say…”

Jordan was seemingly preparing for the tattoo. The tattoo he found with further inspection was something like a screaming woman. “What is he tattooing?” Trevor still asked. “Something on my leg.” He answered. “What will it be?” was his next question. Something like a screaming woman, but half dead. He told Trevor. Trevor asked Jordan what it was this time. He said a living dead-girl. “I’m drawing it.”

            Trevor stared at the page he was filling up without many other thoughts about this. He looked around at the object around and the video systems that were numbered in numerical order in one corner and on the other side of him. Jordan was placed in an odd position in the aspect, and Jamie was lying patiently on a chair that’s construct didn’t make the most sense. The two others were coming from the back door and walked over to the computer. Trevor drown on the space by the television of a sheet of a paper. He was against going over to the couch across where his sight was. Looking at Jamie for a split second, and his directive to the one seated at the computer. He asked a question. Trevor didn’t hone on what he was saying. He let himself go elsewhere in his mind, properly surveying where his thoughts would go. Whether or not someone else was doing important tasks here, he kept his glare right on the back door and the other side of the room. Not closely examining any particular piece of the space. He felt amused when music entered the equation. Right as he swept his glance back to the drawing, he wasn’t moving his leg at all. His left arm fluctuated the page slightly as the right didn’t. The right hand moved in light flicks and solid strokes and lulled every time. He quit making marks. Trevor went back to his thoughts and looking at the back door.