Phoenix Chapter Three: HalloweenA Chapter by SweetNutmegHalloweenChapter Three: Halloween A couple of weeks later, on a Saturday afternoon, lunch was subs from the place next door, picked up by Gary. Ryan unwrapped his sandwich and said, “Me and Rita are meeting up at Marco's after work. Want to come along?” “Anyone else meeting you there?” Rogan was suspicious. “No, just Rita.” “Sure, I'll walk over with you after work.” Rita greeted them from their usual corner booth, lit by the old Shell gas station sign. A waitress appeared as Rogan slid into the vinyl covered bench seat, next to Ryan. “Get us a pitcher and four glasses,” Rita told Ryan. “Dee is coming too.” “Hey! You said no one else!” Rogan glowered at Ryan. He felt betrayed, being waylaid with another eligible woman like this. Ryan put up his hands and said, “Not my fault.” Rita laughed. “Really, it's not his fault, Rogan. I saw Dee at the shop and asked her along.” Rita worked at a dress shop in the mall. “But you'll like her, Rogan. Smart lady.” Dee, when she showed up, turned out to be a short, bubbly blonde. She worked at a beauty shop, giving manicures and pedicures, but she didn’t seem like an airhead. She was, in fact, an aspiring entrepreneur. “I want to open my own nail spa, and maybe add tanning booths,” Dee informed him. “You can get small business loans through this government program. I specialize in signature nail systems.” She displayed her own nails, which had tiny black cats on each one. “I did Rita's, too.” Rita had orange and black stripes on her fingernails. It was the day before Halloween, and he supposed that explained the nail art theme. She took Rogan's hand in hers and clucked. “Your hands are a mess. What do you do to get them so dirty?” “I work at Midas. Mechanics is dirty work.” “Ryan keeps his hands clean,” Dee protested. Ryan looked a little uncomfortable at this observation. “Yeah, he stays nice and clean in the office, shuffling papers. I have to change oil and rotate tires and work on brakes.” Dee appeared unimpressed by this. Talk moved on and Rita mentioned her and Ryan's Halloween party. Rogan waited to see what Dee said. He didn't want to be roped in again. Dee was nice, but she was not his type. “I'm sorry, Rita. I'm already going to Benny's party,” Dee said. Feeling the coast was clear, Rogan accepted Rita's invitation. With Claire gone and his high school buddies dispersed, he was happy to have someone to hang with this holiday.
*** Once arrived, Rogan was unsure if going to Ryan and Rita's party was such a good idea. He was not particularly good at being anything but Rogan, so without a costume, he felt out of place here. The popular tripe playing on the stereo wasn't really Rogan's style either. “Hey, that's a great costume!” Rita was introducing Rogan to another guest. She was a sexy nurse named Kirsten, a long legged blonde. Rogan looked down at his motorcycle jacket, Megadeth t-shirt, black jeans, and heavy leather boots. Rita beamed and told Kirsten, “That's no costume, he's the real deal.” Kirsten looked even more interested. “Are you in a band?” She had one hand on his leather jacketed arm and was leaning close to be heard over the music. Rita had evaporated and Rogan was left with Kirsten. “No,” Rogan said. Back before his summer with Claire, he took advantage of the whole bad boy appeal to score with girls. And why not again? He was a bachelor, no girlfriend tying him down. “But you play the guitar?” Rogan admitted he did. “And you're a mechanic, too? You must be really good with your hands.” She was practically purring in his ear now. “Let's get another beer, Kirsten. We can talk better on the patio.” Rogan let Kirsten lead the way. Out on the patio, they grabbed a couple of beers from the cooler. Rogan gestured toward the glider, tucked under the shadow of a camphor tree. The way Kirsten snuggled up to him, he thought he might get lucky tonight. He put his arm around her. “What sort of services does Nurse Kirsten provide?” “I can check your pulse, Mr. Rogan.” She pressed two fingers against his neck. “Hmm, I don’t know, let me see if I can find a heartbeat.” She slid her hand in his jacket, caressing his chest. “What do you think, will I survive?” In answer, she kissed him. When they paused, he asked, “What's your verdict? Alive?” “Oh, I'm not sure,” she murmured. “I think we need to go back to my place to make certain. This could be a serious condition.” “Lead the way, Nurse, I'm in your hands.” ***
In the soft light of the dimmed torchiere lamp in Kirsten's bedroom, Kirsten lay curled on her side. Rogan watched her sleep. Her chest rose and fell with her breath. What a knock out she was, curves in all the right places. And a real wild cat in bed. Eventually he slipped out of bed and dressed silently. He stroked her arm. “Sweetheart.” She turned a little, said “Mmm?” “Work tomorrow, gotta take off.” She sleepily mumbled, “Ok, baby.” He kissed her temple and made his way to the living room, quietly stepping out into the apartment hallway. He made sure the door locked after him. *** Rita was pissed. “Why aren't you answering Kirsten's calls?” They were sitting in their usual booth at Marco's. “Rita, I never even gave her my number. You did.” “How can you treat her like this?” “Hey, it was her idea. She seemed pretty, umm, uninterested in conversation at the time.” “So you love them and leave them?” “Look, you're the one always pushing these women at me.” He was getting angry too. “All of this would be unnecessary if you just hadn't given her my number.” “Rogan,” Ryan intervened, “you need to tell her you're not interested. That's all. Don't just ignore her.” “Stop being such a s**t,” Rita threw in. “OK, OK, I'll tell her I misunderstood her intentions.” “And apologize,” Rita insisted. Rogan opened his mouth to protest, but caught Ryan's look.“Yes, I'll apologize, too.” Was one night really worth all this? Once home from the pizzeria, Blue Öyster Cult on the stereo, Rogan thought about Ryan and Rita. He liked Ryan and Rita. They were great people and good friends, but he shared no simpatico with them. Unlike his high school friends. Most of them moved away after graduation and now he had no one to share his music with. His thoughts turned to all of Rita's friends he'd met. They were all blonde and uninteresting. Nothing wrong with them, but no spice. When he thought about it, he wanted someone with a passion he could relate to, not pedicures or clothes or vacation packages. He was not sure what he wanted, but it certainly wasn’t Kirsten or Dee or any of the other women he'd met. He dwelled on this for a while, then thought back to Allison and the accident. He got down the picture from their trip to Lake Michigan, all four of them on a pier at sunset, and looked at it. Andy and Allison were now in their senior year. He supposed they were still together. His mind wandered back to the night he spent watching over her. How was she different from the string of blondes Rita had paraded for him? She had a passion he could relate to, he understood perfecting one’s art. But what was it that made him have such a strong reaction to her? Her sleepy smile and warm skin ambushed him. He had never had anyone trust him with their life before. © 2021 SweetNutmegAuthor's Note
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