Tonight!

“Don’t do this Victor.”
“Do What?”
“I’m happy for you, Victor,” she says, strained, just standing there in front of me, exhausted. “I’m really happy for you about tonight.”
“You look faux-orgasmic, baby, and nibbling on that giant mint really doesn’t help matters much.” I brush past her again.
“Is this about Baxter?” she asks.
“That twerp? Spare Me. It’s freezing in this apartment.”
“Hey Victor, look at me.”
I stop, sigh, turn around.
“I don’t want to apologize about how good my boyfriend is at irritating people, okay?”
I’m just staring at nothing or what I imagine is nothing until I’m finally moved to say, “As a general rule you shouldn’t expect too much from people, darling,” and then I kiss her on the cheek.
“I just had my makeup done, so you can’t make me cry.”

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Bret Easton Ellis at Olsonn's books. 7 p.m.
I'm going to try and do this again.