There's a brief discussion as to what game we should play...someone suggests a pissing contest--as in, peeing off the roof and trying to hit targets--but that gets shot down when Guy points out I'd be at a disadvantage. How chivalrous. So they settle on picking out random people in the crowd and attempting personality profiles.
After a few minutes and a little more alcohol in me, the game actually starts feeling like fun. Mike and Barry seem to be the most into it. "Check out the emo kid by the pool," Mike starts. "I'm saying he posts at 4chan and whacks it to hentai."
"Nah, he doesn't post, he just lurks," Barry adds. "If he posts anywhere it's on a blog where he mopes about how nobody listens to good music. I'd also guess that he owns a guitar but never learned to play."
"I dunno, you might both be wrong," I say. "Maybe he's got a deviantart account and posts some fucking awful poetry."
"At least we're all in agreement about the hentai," Trevor throws in. I laugh, and for the first time since coming to Thunder City I almost feel like I'm...among friends. Maybe that's just the beer working its magic.
Suddenly the air feels a lot colder and I shiver. Must be getting breezy up here.
"Wow, check out the chick who just walked in," Barry says. "She's got 'cunty' written all over her." He gestures at a girl with short, whitish hair.
"You ain't kidding," Mike mutters. She looks pissed...I wonder if that's what I always look like?
Then it hits me. "Wait a minute, I recognize her!" I exclaim.
"You do?" Andy asks, sounding almost worried. Him and Mike have taken a step back from the ledge for some reason.
I look closer at the girl to make sure, and I'm positive this isn't the beer or another hallucination. "It's her! That's the bitch who was driving the fucking car!" I'm almost shouting now. Adrenaline's pumping through me, as I don't want to mess this up twice. I start pacing side to side on the roof, almost knocking Trevor and Guy over the ledge.
"Whoa, what are you on about?" Trevor asks. All of them are staring at me a little concerned right now.
"There was this robbery, at a jewelry store a few days ago and that girl was driving the getaway car!"
Mike looks a little wide-eyed at me. "Oh!" is his only comment.
I don't have time to explain more. "Where is he? Where's Will?"
"Who?" Andy asks.
"My roommate, the guy I was--Trevor, do you see him?" I'm trying to spot Will in the crowd without letting the bitch out of my sight. She is so fucked only she doesn't know it yet. Finally I see Will, standing in the food line again(I also realize that he may not have been there the whole time, given how fast and how often he tends to move). Right when I start shouting out his name the band starts playing louder. It's like a nightmare--I'm shouting louder and feeling as though I'm getting quieter. "Will! WIIILLLL!" I thank the stars that Will never gave me a line about how he'd have me shouting his name 'cause otherwise right now would be really embarrassing.
Barry starts calling for Will's attention, too, even though I don't think he knows which one is Will. Guy and Trevor join in too, and then even Mike and Andy through their drunken hazes follow suit. Damn, is this what friends are for?
After what seems like way too long, Will finally looks up and sees us.
