Junkfood Noir

Chapter 9, “The He-Man Women Haters Club”

“You’re gonna like these guys. Promise.”

David stomped down hard on the accelerator, his cherry red Charger lurching forward like some unholy beast breaking free of his bonds.

Gamble, having just finsihed doing a rail of blow off the dashboard, was staring glassy-eyed at the Hollywood scenery that flashed by as the two men sped down the 101 towards downtown.

“Jimmy, he’s a bit….eccentric.” Almost a question. “But they’re good guys. You’re gonna love them.”

“Why the hard sell?” Gamble’s lips moved but his eyes remained transfixed on the tracers outside his window.

“Nah man, it’s not like that.” David gave him a rough pat on the shoulder. “Man, you gotta loosen the fuck up. Why’s everything gotta be a big dangerous conspiracy with you?”

Gamble broke his gaze and looked over at David.

“It’s not,” Gamble protested. “It’s just…you know what? Nevermind. If you trust them, then it’s all good.”

That was a lie. Gamble didn’t trust ANYONE, especially after what had happened ten years ago. He couldn’t tell that to David, of course. Instead he faked a smile and went back to staring out the window.

“That’s my boy!” David cheered. “Now pass the blow, you fucking fiend.”

They pulled up in front of Jimmy’s loft a short time later, coked to the gills and ready to party. David leaned over and popped open the glove box.

“Like I said, Jimmy can be a bit weird sometimes so just hang back and let him warm up to you.” David pulled a small revolver from the glove box, checked to see if it was loaded, then tucked into the back of his belt.

“Whoah! What the fuck David?” Gamble shrunk away from the gun.

“Holy christ, man. Stop being such a fucking pussy,” David snapped. “I always carry this with me.”

“Since when?” Gamble asked.

“Look, it’s just business, man.”

Gamble remained unconvinced.

David got out of the car, Gamble stayed put.

“You coming?”

A pause, then he slowly got out and joined his friend. They reached the front door before David finally spoke again.

“If it makes you that uncomfortable, then tomorrow I’ll buy you your own.” David promised.

Gamble remained silent.

The door opened and the two men were greeted by beautiful black girl who seemed completely unaware, or at least unbothered, that she had forgotten to throw on a robe before answering. Eyes as big as saucers, teeth grinding in a twisted smile.

“David!”

David leaned in and gave her one of his big bear hugs and a somewhat more than friendly kiss.

“Goddamn Krystal, you get finer everytime I see you,” he beamed. “This is my friend Gamble.”

Krystal wrapped her arms arouund Gamble’s shoulders, letting her perky tits press hard against his chest.

“What a crazy name!” Her body remained pressed against his. “Your daddy a gamblin’ man, baby?”

“Something like that.” Gamble lied.

“Well shit kids, come on in and let’s get this party started!” Krystal spun around and pranced back into the dark loft.

TO BE CONTINUED…