girl giggled. âYou wouldnât even.â
Breakfast seemed to contemplate this. âI might make love to her by force,â he said thoughtfully.
âWhat about you?â the girl said, looking at Dustin. âWould you rape her?â
Dustin didnât know what to say. There was something witty or dangerous to express, but the exact words eluded him. âI have a girlfriend.â
The girl looked at Breakfast, and they both laughed. Dustin wanted to tell them that heâd rape her anyway, but it wasnât true and he felt conversationally out of his element. Heâd been to some wild parties in Herradura Estates, but nobody ever tried to take off each otherâs braces. He walked over to the fridge and opened it: an old can of olives, the sag of an empty twelve-pack. On the inside of the door, someone had Magic Markered REAGANOMICS MAKES ME HUNGRY . The same person, perhaps, had drawn the picture of a lobster on the lone carton of milk, doodled under the words HAVE YOU SEEN ME ? Dustin felt a surge of happiness. This was what people did if they didnât care about refrigerators:they defaced them. They dropped out of the refrigerator game altogether. Lobsters, lost and unheeded, roamed their apartments.
A girl with a white streak dyed into her hair opened the back door, clutching the handle for balance. She looked familiar. She was wearing a plaid skirt and saddle shoes, which made her appear even younger than she was. After sliding the door shut again, a two-handed endeavor, she glanced up and caught Dustinâs eye.
âOh my God,â she said.
âWhat?â Breakfast said.
âItâs my sisterâs boyfriend.â
âWe were just talking about her,â the girl in the cowboy hat said.
âFucking bitch,â Taz said. âIâm going to destroy her with voodoo.â
âWhat are you doing here?â Dustin asked, staring at Kiraâs little sister. The happiness heâd been feeling had evaporated.
âWhat am I doing here? Fuck. Thatâs a good one.â
âYou know these people?â
âWe met at a Flag show,â Breakfast explained. âGreg Ginn was trying to get in her pants.â
âActually,â the beautiful girl said, âheâd already taken them off.â
Taz looked at Dustinâs belt buckle. âYucko, bucko. Thatâs one ugly belt.â
âShe and Suze have been doing PAM snorts,â Breakfast said apologetically.
Dustin didnât ask what a PAM snort was. Taz wobbled over to the fridge, the lightning bolt in her hair bisecting her eyes; he was only beginning to figure out that the saddle shoes were an ironic gesture. Both of her ears were covered in little jewel-like scabs. Dustin frowned. Somehow, through no fault of his own, heâd gone from being a guest at this party to an unwitting accomplice in the drug use of his girlfriendâs sister. His girlfriendâs fifteen-year-old, mentally disturbed sister. Heâd either have to risk getting in deep shit with Kira or call her and look hopelessly uncool in front of Breakfast and his friends.
He was relieved when Breakfast suggested they go on a beer run. Dustin offered to do it himself and bring Taz along for company. He needed to figure out if he could be held responsible. He checked for Biesty on the way out, but heâd disappeared somewhere with the hash smoker.
âYou like this shit?â Taz asked, pointing at the tape deck. Getting her in the car had been psychologically complex, achieved in the end by the promise of cigarettes.
âItâs X. The best band in the world.â He turned it up.
âItâs, like, stomping on my buzz.â
âWhat do you listen to?â
She shrugged. âThe Buttholes.â
âThe Butthole Surfers?â He laughed. âYou just heard that at the party.â
âProbably because it was my tape.â
Dustin wondered whether she was telling the
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