Stair in a Maze Meant

Chapter 91: Stair in a Maze Meant

 

 

 

 

 

            They left at exactly eleven o'clock. There were cars strewn everywhere. A bit of an exaggeration, but regardless Trevor was happy to have Jamie driving. He hopped out quickly, he was ecstatic for once in the past few years. He couldn't wait to chug another. After all that he'd been through it was almost hard to give anyone else credit. But, he had to, or else he'd likely be dead by this time, and the years of his youth were growing shorter. And those friends were the only life support he'd have. No matter how much personal difference made up their conjoined nature, he had to endure. For himself and the planet. He watched Jamie turn the wheel and spin around into the gas station.

            “What're we doing here?” Trev asked. “We're going to a party, we need beer right?”

            “Yeah. Oh wait!?” He'd forgotten that they had beer in his car. “There's beer in my car back at your house.”

            “Wow… nice going skin and bones.” David gisted. Trevor was rather slender. It never really occurred to him that he was on the small side. “Should we turn around and go get it?”

            Jamie asked reluctantly. “Yeah, let's.” They ended up circling around and making it back to Jamie's driveway in nine minute. Trevor looked at the clock on the dash twice. He hurried and grabbed the beer from the backseat in a flash. Once they were back at the traffic light by the station they had three bodies and two cases of alcohol. It wasn't for a lack of supplies, Trevor wanted something more. Maybe in search of a particular feeling, unsure of how to find that as of now. Hoping he would when he got there. The car pulled to a stop in the midst of thought. Trevor moved to the right some and had his fingers around the latch. He was anxious and compulsive, maybe even feeling confined. David gave him a concerned look, but Jamie was distant. Distracted. He turned on the music with the car still running, Trevor was slightly disturbed by this. The rap song he had on was invigorating. He was getting pumped, and apparently so was David. He was bouncing around the backseat like a barrel of monkeys. That was okay thought. There were no valuables back there except for the beer, and beer was pretty tough. In fact, Trevor asked for one and he was served up. Trevor was downing it very slow. It'd been a while since he'd had any and tonight it sort of tasted funny. He kept sipping and turned around to ask David something. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a dozen people outside the house standing around a fire pit. He was relieved that they weren't at someplace hostile, or so was his first impression.

            “Are we going to go in?” David inquired. “We're going in.” Trevor shot in between with adamacy. Jamie looked surprising by the commanding statement. He swiveled the driver's seat back to a more levered position. They all had their winter clothes on, Trevor and David dressed a little lighter. “Let's be bros tonight.” David blurted. “What does that even mean?” Trevor queried. “Well, uhm… we're definitely getting wasted.”

            “Nuh… uh.. Not.. Jamie. He's driving, so he isn't.”

            “I can have a few.”

            “Exactly.” Trevor responded. “That way we can all have fun.” David said coming in to agreement. Lately he'd been morose. For quite some time to be precise. If anything it was pleasant to see him in high spirits. He also appeared quite plastered by now. “Have you been taking them down back there?” he asked. “Yep.” Trevor couldn't believe he didn't hear the crack of beer cans the whole way there. But, sure enough, he looked fairly intoxicated. “Hand me one.” Trevor spoke. David put down his wallet he guessed he'd been holding onto and reached for the box of beer. Like a waitress on roller skates he shoved his hand up with a can in hand. Trevor started gulping it slowly with a change of song and pace, Trevor eased into one of mind-set as he guzzled more.