Tonight Simone is slinging drinks behind the bar. Simone is badass with her jet black hair and I’ll-kick-your-ass stare. Better stay on her good side. There you’re likely to find that she’s a real sweet girl. Tonight she senses that Sickboy is feeling a bit down, so she takes a shot at cheering him up.
“Hey Sickboy, I was talking to Jenny this afternoon. She’ll probably be here in an hour or two.”
For just a second that does the trick. The mere sound of Jenny’s name fills Sickboy with strength and courage. He puffs up with anticipation. Unfortunately, Sickboy has a brain that quickly devours strength and courage and shits out insecurity and doubt. Poor shithead.
“Did she ask about me?” Sickboy inquires.
Simone’s hesitation is all the answer Sickboy needs. He is the furthest thing from Jenny’s mind. And why wouldn’t he be. Sickboy returns to a silent, sulky brood.
Simone sees that Sickboy is sinking. So she throws him another line.
“Sickboy, you are a sexy, sexy man!” she says with a wink a smile.
Sickboy chuckles. And Sevrin, seated next to him, gives Sickboy a pat on the back. That ought to keep him afloat for awhile.