Asking around.
“So’s here the thing right. They were deep in my sock drawer, really buried. So as I’m emptying it out I pull them out.”
Chad takes another drag from his cigarette. “What?”
“This thong. They were black, and they looked clean like completely unworn. Like that party I threw last year wasn’t that wild, and I think it was the last time I had anyone in there.”
“What about Amberleigh?”
“Who?” I think for a second, “Oh yeah her. She was over once, and she didn’t have black underwear.”
“What was it?”
“Red.”
“Pimp!” He pounds my knuckles. “I don’t know dude it could be someone else. But they could have left it there without you knowing.”
“What? Why?”
“They do that, mark their territory like fuckin’ animals.”
I think I should mention Chad’s girl of four years recently dumped him, and is now trying to put the squeeze on him for cash.
“Calling them animals, hunh? How is that better than saying that they are similar to war criminals?”
“Ever tell a girl she’s got a ’stache? She’d rip you apart like a fuckin’ bear.” Chad grinds his cigarette out, and goes upstairs.
