David stayed a little longer than expected––even after ascertaining that the police were not looking for Eve, he rode the after burn, half expecting Lise to give a signal to the waiter that never came. Instead, she ran her arm behind his back, now taking the lead in their body-linked communion. This was not standard operating procedure, he was sure, and he felt a little like a chosen one, gifted with powers that others did not posses.
Making his way to the entrance, arm in arm with equally drunk companion, David fumbled in his pocket for wallet. Scrounging up just enough to pay, he found himself cycling home unsteadily through the brisk night air. Still high on whiskey and the now phantom presence of Lise, the most beautiful girl in the world. Stumbling into the gaijin house, moving as quietly as possible through a narrow-passaged house with sliding walls that rattled at the rumble of passing trucks.
David found Eve asleep on his futon, not on the improvised excuse for a mattress he had set up for her that afternoon. Trying his drunken best not to disturb, he stepped awkwardly over and then down with a hard thud––the mattress was not much more than a thin layer of eggshell foam. Tempted to wake her so that they could switch––he was the one with work tomorrow––he took in Eve’s deep-in-needed-rest expression, improbably worry free, and couldn’t bring himself to do it. He would have to manage as best he could.
An intense stab through his bladder signaled the call of nature. Oh, the trials of the drunk. Clumsily, he picked his way over Eve and through the hallway to the bathroom. Not bothering to close the door, he pissed somewhere in the direction of the toilet. Splashing cold water on his face, he made his way back to his room. Then he was down, onto his own futon, just big enough for him and Eve. “Any word…” she said groggily, trying to wake. “No news and that I think is good enough,” he slurred, “Sleep… it has been a long day….” as much to himself to her. He found himself fading faster than fast––the last thing he was aware of before the lights flickered out was her body, mistaken for Lise’s in half-dream, curving to meet his.