next day to see Ron Stoppable’s first performance. Michael and Belinda had to, no shit, “take care of the baby.” And Miss Nancy, bless her old heart, was starting to nod off on the loveseat.
I stayed at Jay’s, crashing on the couch. Lisa stayed the night, too, which sucked. Knowing she was in his bedroom, probably fucking him, made me extraordinarily jealous. Luckily I hadn’t gotten too drunk, so I didn’t do or say anything inappropriate around him that would make him think something was going on between me and Lisa. But the downside of not being drunk was that I stayed awake all night picturing the two of them in the bedroom together. Ugh.
The next morning, after maybe two hours of sleep, I woke up to the sound of Lisa yelling.
“What the fuck, Jay? You’re going to start charging me for The Dust now? I’m your fucking girlfriend!”
Indecipherable mumbling from Jay.
“I don’t give a damn about profit margins or costs or any of that shit,” yelled Lisa. “How about I start charging you to fuck me? And you’d better bet the costumes and role-playing will be extra, you fucking pervert!”
More quiet, seemingly calm talking from Jay that I couldn’t make out.
“What? No, of course you can’t borrow money from me! I’m living paycheck to paycheck as it is. Sell some of your Disney shit!”
Slightly louder response from Jay. I could make out, “…need the money now,” but that was about it.
“Well, that was pretty poor planning on your part, but there’s no way you’re dragging me down with you.”
Jay’s voice was low again. Really low.
“Are you threatening me? I’m getting off that shit anyway! I don’t need it anymore. Fuck this. I’m outta here.”
A door slammed, and Lisa came running out into the living room, phone in hand.
“I need a cab at 9615 Gamling Lane. As fast as you can, please.”
“Shit, Lisa. Really?” I said, sitting up and rubbing the crust from my eyes.
“I told you, Blaine. That was the last straw. Bastard is trying to charge me for The Dust? Total bullshit. I don’t need him or The Dust.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, stunned. It was all very surreal.
Jay came storming out of the room, naked. Lovely.
“Lisa, I forbid you to leave!” he said, his voice fairly calm.
“You may own all this Disney shit,” said Lisa, gesturing around the house. “But you don’t own this princess.”
She walked out the door and he followed, apparently too wound up to bother putting clothes on.
Great. Now there was a fat naked man with a body full of tattoos chasing a hot chick down the road. This certainly wouldn’t draw any attention. I watched them, Lisa screaming obscenities at him, while he just stood there and took it, occasionally interjecting to no avail.
But then she must have said something really nasty, because he grabbed her shoulders and started shaking her.
“You’re hurting me!” I heard her yell.
I barely remember grabbing the empty champagne bottle and running out to them.
“Jay,” I said slowly, the bottle raised in a striking position next to his head. “I’m only half awake right now, but I will absolutely break this bottle over your head. Please take your hands off Lisa and go back into the house.” I glanced at his shrunken cock. “And for Christ’s sake, put some goddamned clothes on.”
He immediately let go of her.
“Blaine….” He looked down at his naked body. “I….” He looked at Lisa, who was crying.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, and ran back into the house.
Lisa and I stood there staring at each other. I didn’t know what to say. It was strange seeing someone so strong-willed looking so weak and vulnerable. I wanted to comfort her, to wipe her tears away, to do something to make her feel better. But shit, if Jay was watching, who knew what he’d do in the state he was in?
The cab pulled up and Lisa got in.
“I’ll call you in a few days,” she said.
“Promise?”
“Yeah.”
The cab drove off, and I
I stayed at Jay’s, crashing on the couch. Lisa stayed the night, too, which sucked. Knowing she was in his bedroom, probably fucking him, made me extraordinarily jealous. Luckily I hadn’t gotten too drunk, so I didn’t do or say anything inappropriate around him that would make him think something was going on between me and Lisa. But the downside of not being drunk was that I stayed awake all night picturing the two of them in the bedroom together. Ugh.
The next morning, after maybe two hours of sleep, I woke up to the sound of Lisa yelling.
“What the fuck, Jay? You’re going to start charging me for The Dust now? I’m your fucking girlfriend!”
Indecipherable mumbling from Jay.
“I don’t give a damn about profit margins or costs or any of that shit,” yelled Lisa. “How about I start charging you to fuck me? And you’d better bet the costumes and role-playing will be extra, you fucking pervert!”
More quiet, seemingly calm talking from Jay that I couldn’t make out.
“What? No, of course you can’t borrow money from me! I’m living paycheck to paycheck as it is. Sell some of your Disney shit!”
Slightly louder response from Jay. I could make out, “…need the money now,” but that was about it.
“Well, that was pretty poor planning on your part, but there’s no way you’re dragging me down with you.”
Jay’s voice was low again. Really low.
“Are you threatening me? I’m getting off that shit anyway! I don’t need it anymore. Fuck this. I’m outta here.”
A door slammed, and Lisa came running out into the living room, phone in hand.
“I need a cab at 9615 Gamling Lane. As fast as you can, please.”
“Shit, Lisa. Really?” I said, sitting up and rubbing the crust from my eyes.
“I told you, Blaine. That was the last straw. Bastard is trying to charge me for The Dust? Total bullshit. I don’t need him or The Dust.”
“Yeah, sure,” I said, stunned. It was all very surreal.
Jay came storming out of the room, naked. Lovely.
“Lisa, I forbid you to leave!” he said, his voice fairly calm.
“You may own all this Disney shit,” said Lisa, gesturing around the house. “But you don’t own this princess.”
She walked out the door and he followed, apparently too wound up to bother putting clothes on.
Great. Now there was a fat naked man with a body full of tattoos chasing a hot chick down the road. This certainly wouldn’t draw any attention. I watched them, Lisa screaming obscenities at him, while he just stood there and took it, occasionally interjecting to no avail.
But then she must have said something really nasty, because he grabbed her shoulders and started shaking her.
“You’re hurting me!” I heard her yell.
I barely remember grabbing the empty champagne bottle and running out to them.
“Jay,” I said slowly, the bottle raised in a striking position next to his head. “I’m only half awake right now, but I will absolutely break this bottle over your head. Please take your hands off Lisa and go back into the house.” I glanced at his shrunken cock. “And for Christ’s sake, put some goddamned clothes on.”
He immediately let go of her.
“Blaine….” He looked down at his naked body. “I….” He looked at Lisa, who was crying.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, and ran back into the house.
Lisa and I stood there staring at each other. I didn’t know what to say. It was strange seeing someone so strong-willed looking so weak and vulnerable. I wanted to comfort her, to wipe her tears away, to do something to make her feel better. But shit, if Jay was watching, who knew what he’d do in the state he was in?
The cab pulled up and Lisa got in.
“I’ll call you in a few days,” she said.
“Promise?”
“Yeah.”
The cab drove off, and I
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