John and Eric had gone to New Orleans to get drunk, so when they saw the girl hanging over the railing of the balcony pulling her shirt up and down up and down, they hurled beads at her aiming for the top of her head so that they'd circle the drain of her neck in a circling, shimmering starlet down her shoulders.
"Come down here," John yelled.
The girl pulled down her halter-top one more time, exposing two globes of bouncing flesh.
Thinking he had said, "Pull them down."
It was so loud and everyone was whistling and there wasn't just a single color of light; the aura from the club was a nebula of parti-colored flashing.
later that night she did come down.
She bumped in between John and Eric as they navigated her through the crowd trying their hardest to keep her from falling over and puking, while trying to do the same for themselves.
She hung to them like they were long singular beams of steel. When she rolled her head around at them she remembered that they looked hard and unknown. And while holding her in the crooks of their arms, they maneuvered the flesh in their jeans with their free hands, trying to subdue the worlds rising out of their pants like volcanoes.
They got her back to the hotel.
A small room with a tiny old bed, with flower-print comforters and an antique dresser with swirling sculptured wood at its corners.
John slipped off his black leather jacket and shook his mop of curly black hair.
Eric plopped onto the bed, pulling her with him.
She felt him pull, she felt the gravity of him; the warp as she bumped against the bed.
"You guys should come back next year."
"Maybe," Eric said.
She didn't know if she was here or not. If she'd been here the whole night or if she was dreaming.
But she felt something physical on her body.
Eric sat in the corner-- beside the humming a/c as it vacuumed out the room-- watching with lifeless eyes.
It moved across her stomach. Slow and continuous. It moved down to her pelvis, slow and continuous. It reached inside of her slow and continuous, and she felt the vacuum of space.
John and Eric tag-teamed her.
Eric taking her mouth and working it around his *****, saying "Come on baby, ****."
John pushing against her his glowing body making a slapping noise as he struggled with his hands under her stomach making hard dimples of flesh on her mid-section as he tried to hold up her limp body.