irritation, but one I am happy to endure compared
to say, being dead.
Looking perplexed, Emma continues her rant. “What the fuck
are you crying for? It’s not that big of an issue. I’ve done all the hard
yards and set up the electronic signature shit. I’ve only gotta change the
photo and print a fresh one. I’ve bought all my gear with me. I can do it
right now if it that’s much of an issue.”
She pauses briefly again to give the biker behind the
counter another suspicious look then swings her eyes back to me. “Fark. Please stop crying. You never cry. Holy shit, what the fuck is wrong with
you? And should we be talking about this shit in front of him?”
She tips her chin to the biker who I now look to see is
sitting stock-still with a blank expression on his face. Jake has appeared
behind him. He too has a blank expression on his face. An emotionless look
that I can’t read.
I instantly decide bikers are good at not showing emotion.
Wiping the last of my tears away, I grin and chuckle. “He’s
cool, they’re all cool here. And I’m not crying about the ID you stupid woman,
I’m crying because I’m happy to see you.”
“Oh,” she pauses for a few beats. “Well I’m happy to see
you too. Meet Jambo,” she announces as she jerks her chin to the parrot on her
shoulder and then her eyes slide back to Jake. “I bought him off an old
Swahili guy in a service station on the outskirts of Melbourne. The guy told
me his name but I couldn’t pronounce it and it sounded stupid. The bird
kept saying Jambo to me in the car so I’ve renamed him to that. It’s easier to
remember.”
“Right,” I smile at her as my eyes follow hers to Jake. He
lifts his eyebrows at me and smirks.
Continuing her inspection of Jake, Emma continues, “I taught
him to say Arianna on the way here. He’s a fast learner.” I watch as Jake’s
eye move to the parrot and Emma swings back to face me. “Fuck he’s good
looking, please tell me he’s single.”
“Um, well… yeah… sort of, in a complicated way I suppose he
is,” I mumble not sure how I feel about announcing this to my best friend who
is now sporting a look of unadulterated carnal lust.
Narrowing her eyes at me, I watch as activity blazes behind
her eyes. “Right. Gotcha. Off limits yeah?”
Unable to develop words at the speed at which she assumes
something is going on between Jake and me, I find myself chewing my bottom lip
as my eyes swing back to Jake. He’s grinning now, staring at me with a
devilish smirk that makes his green eyes flash and shows his perfect white
teeth.
“You got a brother?” Emma continues without hesitation,
swinging her attention back to Jake.
Swinging his eyes to Emma his lips quiver slightly but he
remains silent.
“Talkative aren’t we,” Emma announces as she suddenly
realizes she is still holding the big ass knife. I say this because she
glances down at her hand, startles and then grins. “I’ll take it!” She yells
with enthusiasm.
Glancing to the knife I ask, “What do you need a huge
hunting knife for?”
“To stab that mother fucker ex-boyfriend of yours up the ass
of course. If he gets within a kilometer of you, I’m gunna hunt his ass down
and tear him a new one with my new big ass knife.”
That’s when Jake finally breaks the silence. “That knife’s
a collector’s item. It’s meant for shelf display. It’s not really intended
for ass ripping,” he rumbles with clear amusement.
Snapping her eyes back to Jake, Emma asks, “Is the fucker
sharp?”
Jake nods and grins.
“Then I don’t give a fuck.” Looking back to me she starts
grinning too. “Now all I gotta find is a trendy knife sheath thingy that will
work with my new look and not get in Jambo’s way. I’m going for a badass biker
slash pirate look, the knife will add character.”
*****
It’s my first Friday night in the
to say, being dead.
Looking perplexed, Emma continues her rant. “What the fuck
are you crying for? It’s not that big of an issue. I’ve done all the hard
yards and set up the electronic signature shit. I’ve only gotta change the
photo and print a fresh one. I’ve bought all my gear with me. I can do it
right now if it that’s much of an issue.”
She pauses briefly again to give the biker behind the
counter another suspicious look then swings her eyes back to me. “Fark. Please stop crying. You never cry. Holy shit, what the fuck is wrong with
you? And should we be talking about this shit in front of him?”
She tips her chin to the biker who I now look to see is
sitting stock-still with a blank expression on his face. Jake has appeared
behind him. He too has a blank expression on his face. An emotionless look
that I can’t read.
I instantly decide bikers are good at not showing emotion.
Wiping the last of my tears away, I grin and chuckle. “He’s
cool, they’re all cool here. And I’m not crying about the ID you stupid woman,
I’m crying because I’m happy to see you.”
“Oh,” she pauses for a few beats. “Well I’m happy to see
you too. Meet Jambo,” she announces as she jerks her chin to the parrot on her
shoulder and then her eyes slide back to Jake. “I bought him off an old
Swahili guy in a service station on the outskirts of Melbourne. The guy told
me his name but I couldn’t pronounce it and it sounded stupid. The bird
kept saying Jambo to me in the car so I’ve renamed him to that. It’s easier to
remember.”
“Right,” I smile at her as my eyes follow hers to Jake. He
lifts his eyebrows at me and smirks.
Continuing her inspection of Jake, Emma continues, “I taught
him to say Arianna on the way here. He’s a fast learner.” I watch as Jake’s
eye move to the parrot and Emma swings back to face me. “Fuck he’s good
looking, please tell me he’s single.”
“Um, well… yeah… sort of, in a complicated way I suppose he
is,” I mumble not sure how I feel about announcing this to my best friend who
is now sporting a look of unadulterated carnal lust.
Narrowing her eyes at me, I watch as activity blazes behind
her eyes. “Right. Gotcha. Off limits yeah?”
Unable to develop words at the speed at which she assumes
something is going on between Jake and me, I find myself chewing my bottom lip
as my eyes swing back to Jake. He’s grinning now, staring at me with a
devilish smirk that makes his green eyes flash and shows his perfect white
teeth.
“You got a brother?” Emma continues without hesitation,
swinging her attention back to Jake.
Swinging his eyes to Emma his lips quiver slightly but he
remains silent.
“Talkative aren’t we,” Emma announces as she suddenly
realizes she is still holding the big ass knife. I say this because she
glances down at her hand, startles and then grins. “I’ll take it!” She yells
with enthusiasm.
Glancing to the knife I ask, “What do you need a huge
hunting knife for?”
“To stab that mother fucker ex-boyfriend of yours up the ass
of course. If he gets within a kilometer of you, I’m gunna hunt his ass down
and tear him a new one with my new big ass knife.”
That’s when Jake finally breaks the silence. “That knife’s
a collector’s item. It’s meant for shelf display. It’s not really intended
for ass ripping,” he rumbles with clear amusement.
Snapping her eyes back to Jake, Emma asks, “Is the fucker
sharp?”
Jake nods and grins.
“Then I don’t give a fuck.” Looking back to me she starts
grinning too. “Now all I gotta find is a trendy knife sheath thingy that will
work with my new look and not get in Jambo’s way. I’m going for a badass biker
slash pirate look, the knife will add character.”
*****
It’s my first Friday night in the
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