>>2220541“Here you go,” Erika rudely threw a beer at Lisa, who barely caught it. The ground was soft so there was no risk of it breaking if it fell, but still Lisa squinted disapprovingly at Erika nonetheless. “Jill, catch,” and Jill caught. “I brought one for you too, Carmen.”
“I didn’t ask for one.”
“And I still got you one. Here, it’s Corona,” enticed Erika, getting a glass bottle near Carmen.
“Did you bring me Corona just because I am…?” started to ask Carmen, visibly offended. “You know what? Thanks,” Carmen grabbed what was offered to her after giving a crooked smile.
“You were faster than I anticipated,” Medea pointed out, still working on her little project. “I am not done yet.”
“Then leave it for later, you’re going to make Aria lose her appetite,” Erika produced another beer from her plastic bag and handed me three uncooked corndogs and a whole bottle of ketchup I guessed people would surely miss.
I started eating the corndogs when Erika was still holding them by the end of the stick, like a delicious, edible bouquet. She was surprised at first, but then laughed it up and kept holding them for me while I quickly devoured them with exaggerated, sonorous bites that amused my little public consisting on everyone but Carmen and Medea, still caught up by the mouse; and Daisy, who was too angry at life to find any joy in it for the moment.
“You’re not even putting ketchup on them,” Erika demurred. My mouth was too full to answer.
After our little snack-break, in which Medea still couldn’t finish her aspirations as a leatherworker, we took the next turn. I rolled and Medea lost, she was unusually bothered by it.
“A shame… I am almost done!” she complained. Medea had a little of a complusion to finish Daisy’s bikini.
