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Rakeem wouldn't pass the 40 just yet. He held it back from kim, changed his mind, and told her to open her mouth. Its' tilted contents trickled out between the slim gap stretched across her teeth. Eereeno watched on and knew Rakeem was making moves, trying to get Kim under his arm. Jake got through telling some joke and Mary, Ben, and Christine laughed it up with him. Kim snatched at the bottle to take it from Rakeem and they fought just enough to spill some on the couch. No worries, it'd be out on the curb tomorrow. Content he had talked enough, Jake lit a cigarette and leaned forward in his chair. He wore a white wife beater, baggy tan pants, blond hair hung low enough to cover his pale blue eyes and his golden chain sparkled through the ashen wisps. Ben texted back to his mystery friend. Christine tried to see who it was again and failed but got on Ben enough that in leaning away the cell slipped from his thick fingers and scattered across the floor. Jake considered grabbing it but just leaned back to clear room and inhaled. He was trying to quit but with friends he felt like relaxing. Eereeno grabbed the cell and held it above Ben, too squat to reach. He pretended to read it as he held it up in the air.
"Ooo! Cheating on Becky-Ray? Now I have a chance at her."
Eereeno mock-smoothed his sleeveless vest's bottom. With a pink tie he tucked under its' diamonds-and-lines pattern he already looked sharp. Ben thought this was his chance to get his phone back but his reactions were too slow. Christine peeked over his shoulder and told Eereeno to show it to her. He feigned giving it over but let Ben take it back.
"Sorry he was too fast for me."
"C'mon Ben what's it say?"
Before he could give a non-answer his phone trilled with a new text. He went outside to answer it and Christine wasn't feeling snoopy enough to follow. Jake looked over and saw Kim sitting in Rakeem's lap. They were already making out.
"Hey Eereeno, where's an ash tray."
Eereeno got one for Jake. Then Jake started telling him a story...

So I was down at the store buying groceries. I try to outwait my roomates but I always get hungry before them. They eat atleast as much as I do of what I buy but whatever. So I'm standing in line and some kid holds up the cash register in front of me. When I say kid...you heading out"
Rakeem had come over and was standing by, waiting for Jake to finish or acknowledge him.
"We're heading out. Catch you later."
They said their goodbyes and Jake got back to his story.
Anyway I told you the place was getting robbed by a kid right? But I don't mean 'kid' like our age or some freshman. He didn't even look like his balls had dropped. I couldn't believe that shit. They called the cops but I rolled out of there before they showed up. The manager was trying to get everyone's attention so they'd say what they saw but I was like 'nope' and dipped. Imagine trying to explain that to a cop.

Ben returned to Mary explaining why she carried her piece.
"...when someone's going to try to rob me or worse. You guys might think you can handle yourselves but there's always a bigger guy."
"No I'm not saying I don't need it 'cause I'm a guy I mean like: I don't need that in my life. I don't want to kill"
"I don't want to kill anyone either but that doesn't stop someone from trying to kill me."
"Yeah, yeah I get what you're saying."
Mary put her pistol away as Jake nodded.
Ben plopped back down on the couch Rakeem and Kim had vacated. Eereeno looked back at him from their pair of chairs and the loveseat.
"What'd she want."
"Pshh." Ben just shook his head.
Mary started suggesting movies they should watch and after much deliberation they settled on one of the movies Rakeem's friend had bought in Thailand. The only English on its' label was, "Michael Bay".

Ben fell asleep during the movie. Christine crawled over and turned on his cell. The white light cast dramatic shadows from her pronounced cheekbones. It made her pale skin look luminescently white. After unlocking, with rapid and precise presses, she brought up Ben's text log. The latest message read:

From: Devilbitch
sry u feel that way. I still care about you.
CB#: Devilbitch
Received: Sun Sep 15, 1:42 am

They were all from Becky-Ray. The previous messages read:

From: Devilbitch
u made me cry. u know thats not true.
CB#: Devilbitch
Received: Sat Sep 14,9:42 am

From: Devilbitch
uac is the opposite coast. your a great guy and if we meet again youll still b my friend.
CB#: Devilbitch
Received: Sat Sep 14, 9:27 am

From: Devilbitch
I feel really shitty about this but you wont pickup. Is this how you want to do this?
CB#: Devilbitch
Received: Sat Sep 14, 8:26 am

From: Devilbitch
b better if we talked. call me when ur off work.
CB#: Devilbitch
Received: Sat Sep 14, 7:39 am

Jake awoke to the doors downstairs being kicked in. He waked up Eereeno and they went downstairs. Ben and Mary awoke to gunshots. Ben had just enough courage, creeping down the steps with Mary's gun, to overhear
"12000 Government Center Pkwy. Dispatch you said 12009! Send an ambulance to this address. We can't stay here."

Rakeem and Kim's mood went from very elevated in the morning to very low. They visited Eereeno in intensive care. Ben got an uncle's suite for Jake's funeral. Christine read the eulogy. The house and their friendship remained standing.