There are a couple of false starts. Tara and the others are sitting on the floor. Things take shape, finally. My back is visible through the cutout. I hinge, and fall. I delay and look away. I lift my fingers and pull tension like taffy.
I space out and nerd out. One of these days we’ll start that band. In the meantime, I just crank my laptop to full volume, which ain’t much, especially considering the team of tiny tumblers upstairs.
Gonna find you and take it slowly.
I close my eyes and find the ground. I cover my face. I lean into the wall and slide. The resistence is comforting.
It takes us a while to leave. Even when I try, I can’t out-stall the master time-bender. We head across the street for a drink. We order the same beer, but Tara savors hers, while I bolt mine. I’ve got a lot to learn, and I’m going to be sore as shit tomorrow.