The Moolie.
Posted: 28 Jan 2019, 09:02
"I like his hair."
Donte let out an audible sigh of frustration as yet another set of pasty white fingers went through his curls. He forced a smile before taking a sip of his drink, hiding his face behind his cup. He felt physically restless and had to fight the urge to just get up and leave. After all, this had became his house and the last time he took a glance at his room, several people were standing right in front of the doorway.
Ronny had suggested they throw a 'little' party with some of the people from their neighborhood, sort of an ode to the approaching spring and warmer weather. It really was to celebrate that they had successfully managed to steal about two kilos of heroin from the biggest drug dealer of Port Town. Now, it was just a waiting game as Donte tried to figure out how exactly he was going to be able to sell those drugs back to Bernard and Miles without being exposed and his brains being plastered on the sidewalk the next time he came back to the East.
"He doesn't buy me any of the nice jewelry," Sofia complained to her group of friends as she grabbed a fistful of the gold chains that hung from Charlie's next, "He keeps it all to himself."
"Look at her wrist," Charlie defended himself as he held her wrist up to reveal a pink, diamond bracelet.
"My Ronny doesn't buy me anything at all," Beatrice said with pure disgust in her voice. Sofia might have said it tongue in cheek but Beatrice seemed to mean it as she rolled her eyes and started gawking at Ronny who was hanging around the kitchen, taking shots with some of the fellas.
"Let's not turn this into a men bashing session," Charlie smirked.
"What about you, Donti? You treating your girl right?" Sofia focused her attention to Donte, who was sort of hanging out in the background.
"It's Donte," Donte corrected her with a soft tone, "And I don't have a girl to treat right or badly so I guess no?"
"He's kind of funny," Sofia remarked as she sort of held her drink up, "Beatrice, why don't you ditch Ronny for...I'm sorry, it's what again?"
"It's Donte," Charlie interjected, "And trust me, Donte, you don't want to go anywhere that Ronny's been."
"Fuck you Charles!" Beatrice said as she threw one of the ice cubes towards Charlie but he managed to duck from it.
"Settle down kids," Sofia put her hand on Beatrice's shoulder, "Why don't you get her another drink, Charlie? Reparations."
Sofia sort of made lingering eye contact with Donte following her last comment. No one had mentioned it -- besides the constant touching of his hair -- but Donte certainly felt that his presence had created quite a bit of tension. The alcohol had sort of eased it for a while but he could still feel it. The wandering eyes. The snide comments. Donte wasn't that hard of a fucking name to remember either.
"Let's go," Charlie tapped Donte on the shoulder as he got up, wise enough to realize that leaving Donte alone with that pack of girls would be throwing him to the wolves.
They walked towards the kitchen and met back up with Ronny and Camilla, Charlie's older sister. She was a few years older than Charlie but they looked like a spiting image of each other, especially when Charlie let his hair down and cascade over his face like he had today.
"Let me get something sweet and then something that's going to get me fucked up," Charlie placed his shoulder around his sister and pecked her on the cheek.
"Whose your friend?" Camilla asked, motioning towards Donte.
"That's Donte," Charlie said dismissively, something Donte did pick up on.
"Hey Donte," she reached her hand out. Donte obliged and shook her hand, following it up with a head nod, "What are you having?"
"I'm fine," Donte raised his cup that was about halfway finished.
Camilla finished whipping up the two drinks. He had stricken up a conversation with Ronny and had his back turn to both Camilla and Donte.
"Rude," she scoffed as she turned and placed the two cups on the counter and refocused her energy towards Donte, "You never asked for my name."
"It's Camilla," Donte nodded.
"Stalker much?"
"I'm sorry," Donte laughed, for the first time all night. "Charlie told me, well, he was just talking about you coming down from college and everything."
"What about you?"
"What about me, what?"
"College...work....what do you do?"
"I, sort, of......"
"Waste management?" Camilla scoffed, "You didn't look like the type but you're with Dicky so I guess you are the type."
"Who's Dicky?" Donte asked, slightly puzzled by the interaction in general.
"My little brother," she replied, "We used to call him Dicky, you know, growing up and shit but then he got to high school and kids started picking on him. That's when 'Charlie' was born. No one fucking calls him Charlie in our house, he's Dicky."
"I think I'll pass on calling him that," Donte responded as he took another sip of his drink.
"Let me fix you up something," she said as she grabbed the drink right out of his mouth, "What offensive, highly racist nickname have they given you?"
"They haven't," Donte's tone changed.
"Believe it or not," she handed him back an orange colored drink, "Dicky's best friend growing up was this Asian kid so when they got older, he brought him around some of his other friends. You know, the Italian kids from the neighborhood. They'd call him 'Chino'' which wasn't even just offensive but also wrong because I'm pretty sure he was like Cambodian or some shit."
"This is pretty good," Donte said as he took a sip, happy to change the conversation.
"Don't sound too surprised," she gave him a light jab to the arm, "I bar-tend in college, it helps keeps the bills paid."
"How is college?"
"You thinking about going?" she raised an eyebrow but Donte shook his head, "It's okay, it's way different than high school. I never wanted to be one of those girls that never left Port Town and married her high school boyfriend who beats her up when the spread doesn't get covered, you know?"
"That's very specific," Donte commented.
"You might say it's from experience."
"Thanks for the drinks," Charlie finally turned around and grab his drink before he started to walk back towards Sofia and her group of friends. He stopped and turn around to motion Donte to come with him.
"He's mine for the night," Camilla grabbed Donte's hand as he started to head towards Charlie, "I need help making all these drinks. Besides, I doubt he wants to hear Sofia talk all night."
"Makes two of us," Charlie smiled as he took a sip of his drink before returning en route.
"You owe me now," Camilla said as she tapped her hand on Donte's chest, "I just saved you from that bitch."
"Thank you very much," Donte smirked as he propped himself up on the kitchen counter, "How may I be of service?"
"I'll tell you when I need you," she said with a coy smile.
Donte let out an audible sigh of frustration as yet another set of pasty white fingers went through his curls. He forced a smile before taking a sip of his drink, hiding his face behind his cup. He felt physically restless and had to fight the urge to just get up and leave. After all, this had became his house and the last time he took a glance at his room, several people were standing right in front of the doorway.
Ronny had suggested they throw a 'little' party with some of the people from their neighborhood, sort of an ode to the approaching spring and warmer weather. It really was to celebrate that they had successfully managed to steal about two kilos of heroin from the biggest drug dealer of Port Town. Now, it was just a waiting game as Donte tried to figure out how exactly he was going to be able to sell those drugs back to Bernard and Miles without being exposed and his brains being plastered on the sidewalk the next time he came back to the East.
"He doesn't buy me any of the nice jewelry," Sofia complained to her group of friends as she grabbed a fistful of the gold chains that hung from Charlie's next, "He keeps it all to himself."
"Look at her wrist," Charlie defended himself as he held her wrist up to reveal a pink, diamond bracelet.
"My Ronny doesn't buy me anything at all," Beatrice said with pure disgust in her voice. Sofia might have said it tongue in cheek but Beatrice seemed to mean it as she rolled her eyes and started gawking at Ronny who was hanging around the kitchen, taking shots with some of the fellas.
"Let's not turn this into a men bashing session," Charlie smirked.
"What about you, Donti? You treating your girl right?" Sofia focused her attention to Donte, who was sort of hanging out in the background.
"It's Donte," Donte corrected her with a soft tone, "And I don't have a girl to treat right or badly so I guess no?"
"He's kind of funny," Sofia remarked as she sort of held her drink up, "Beatrice, why don't you ditch Ronny for...I'm sorry, it's what again?"
"It's Donte," Charlie interjected, "And trust me, Donte, you don't want to go anywhere that Ronny's been."
"Fuck you Charles!" Beatrice said as she threw one of the ice cubes towards Charlie but he managed to duck from it.
"Settle down kids," Sofia put her hand on Beatrice's shoulder, "Why don't you get her another drink, Charlie? Reparations."
Sofia sort of made lingering eye contact with Donte following her last comment. No one had mentioned it -- besides the constant touching of his hair -- but Donte certainly felt that his presence had created quite a bit of tension. The alcohol had sort of eased it for a while but he could still feel it. The wandering eyes. The snide comments. Donte wasn't that hard of a fucking name to remember either.
"Let's go," Charlie tapped Donte on the shoulder as he got up, wise enough to realize that leaving Donte alone with that pack of girls would be throwing him to the wolves.
They walked towards the kitchen and met back up with Ronny and Camilla, Charlie's older sister. She was a few years older than Charlie but they looked like a spiting image of each other, especially when Charlie let his hair down and cascade over his face like he had today.
"Let me get something sweet and then something that's going to get me fucked up," Charlie placed his shoulder around his sister and pecked her on the cheek.
"Whose your friend?" Camilla asked, motioning towards Donte.
"That's Donte," Charlie said dismissively, something Donte did pick up on.
"Hey Donte," she reached her hand out. Donte obliged and shook her hand, following it up with a head nod, "What are you having?"
"I'm fine," Donte raised his cup that was about halfway finished.
Camilla finished whipping up the two drinks. He had stricken up a conversation with Ronny and had his back turn to both Camilla and Donte.
"Rude," she scoffed as she turned and placed the two cups on the counter and refocused her energy towards Donte, "You never asked for my name."
"It's Camilla," Donte nodded.
"Stalker much?"
"I'm sorry," Donte laughed, for the first time all night. "Charlie told me, well, he was just talking about you coming down from college and everything."
"What about you?"
"What about me, what?"
"College...work....what do you do?"
"I, sort, of......"
"Waste management?" Camilla scoffed, "You didn't look like the type but you're with Dicky so I guess you are the type."
"Who's Dicky?" Donte asked, slightly puzzled by the interaction in general.
"My little brother," she replied, "We used to call him Dicky, you know, growing up and shit but then he got to high school and kids started picking on him. That's when 'Charlie' was born. No one fucking calls him Charlie in our house, he's Dicky."
"I think I'll pass on calling him that," Donte responded as he took another sip of his drink.
"Let me fix you up something," she said as she grabbed the drink right out of his mouth, "What offensive, highly racist nickname have they given you?"
"They haven't," Donte's tone changed.
"Believe it or not," she handed him back an orange colored drink, "Dicky's best friend growing up was this Asian kid so when they got older, he brought him around some of his other friends. You know, the Italian kids from the neighborhood. They'd call him 'Chino'' which wasn't even just offensive but also wrong because I'm pretty sure he was like Cambodian or some shit."
"This is pretty good," Donte said as he took a sip, happy to change the conversation.
"Don't sound too surprised," she gave him a light jab to the arm, "I bar-tend in college, it helps keeps the bills paid."
"How is college?"
"You thinking about going?" she raised an eyebrow but Donte shook his head, "It's okay, it's way different than high school. I never wanted to be one of those girls that never left Port Town and married her high school boyfriend who beats her up when the spread doesn't get covered, you know?"
"That's very specific," Donte commented.
"You might say it's from experience."
"Thanks for the drinks," Charlie finally turned around and grab his drink before he started to walk back towards Sofia and her group of friends. He stopped and turn around to motion Donte to come with him.
"He's mine for the night," Camilla grabbed Donte's hand as he started to head towards Charlie, "I need help making all these drinks. Besides, I doubt he wants to hear Sofia talk all night."
"Makes two of us," Charlie smiled as he took a sip of his drink before returning en route.
"You owe me now," Camilla said as she tapped her hand on Donte's chest, "I just saved you from that bitch."
"Thank you very much," Donte smirked as he propped himself up on the kitchen counter, "How may I be of service?"
"I'll tell you when I need you," she said with a coy smile.