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“Grab me a beer, motherfucker.” He motioned toward the fridge. “Different how?”
I shrugged. “She surfs, snowboards, fucking bungie jumps, drives a Jeep--”
“She drives a Jeep? She drives a fucking Jeep?” He burst into laughter, and eventually caught his breath. “That’s your excuse?”
“Amongst other things.”
“There’s 200,000 bitches in SD that drive Jeeps.”
“Like you said earlier, asshole. I wasn’t done.”
“Hurry the fuck up and get done,” he said. “I got another point to make.”
I turned to the fridge, grabbed another beer, and handed it to him. “All the things she does aren’t important. The fact she does them is.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It defines what type of person she is. She’s adventurous.”
“And that’s what you like about her?”
I nodded. “Yep.”
“That’s what you’re lookin’ for in life?”
“I’m not looking to get fucking married, Peeb. Not even to have an Ol’ Lady. I was just saying that I enjoy it when she’s around, and I hoped she keeps coming around after the article’s done.”
“And you say you’re sayin’ all this because she’s adventurous?”
I nodded. “Yep.”
He glared at me while took a long drink of beer.
He lowered the bottle and wiped his beard with his free hand. “Why didn’t you put an ad on Craigslist five years ago? Tattooed biker seeks adventurous bitch. Must drive Jeep and bungie jump.”
“Now you’re being an asshole.”
He chuckled. “Don’t get me wrong, I like the little bitch. She seems to be a solid motherfucker. I mean, if you’re askin’ me. But you sayin’ you’re wantin’ to keep her around and shit just makes me think it’s for the wrong fuckin’ reasons.”
“What if I was saying it, and she hadn’t been raped?”
“But she was.”
“I’m asking you, asshole. What if she wasn’t?”
He shrugged. “It’d be a different story. I’d probably say somethin’ like, damn, Crip, you’re finally settlin’ down.”
“I’m not settling down. I’m saying I enjoy her company.”
He finished his beer, tossed the empty bottle into the trash can, and met my gaze. “I guess all I’m sayin’ is this. Don’t enjoy it for the wrong reasons.”
Standing there staring back at him, I had no response to give. All I could do was hope that what I felt was a result of a clear mind, not a sympathetic one.
