“What’s your name?” I yelled.
She popped up beside me. “Greer’s the name. What the fuck do ye want?”
“Will you let me borrow Keith for a minute?”
“Ye are crazy, aren’t ye?”
We were following the group onto the BART subway to head to Oakland. It was crammed with people, so we sat on top of the train with a bunch of other angels as we zipped along through the tunnels.
I had to yell at her over the noise of the train. “Please! I won’t hurt him. I just know Evey is going to make some terrible mistake tonight. I’m just looking out for her and him. She’s reckless right now. Been going through a lot.” I was sobering up, and Greer looked as though she was buying it.
I popped down into the subway car. Evey was laughing hysterically at something Keith had said. Keith’s blond shaggy hair was sprouting out everywhere below his low red beanie, which matched his red T-shirt. His jeans were hanging off of his ass, revealing his plaid boxers. So unoriginal, really not Evey’s type at all.
Greer was standing behind me. “What’s in it for me?”
“Take the night off. I won’t tell anyone.”
She glanced over at Joel’s angel, who shrugged, and then whispered something in her ear.
“You gonna watch Joel as well?” Greer asked.
“Fine,” I told her. A moment later they were gone.
As I stared at Evey, Brooklyn, Joel, and Keith, it hit me that I was now responsible for all of them. No more drinking tonight, I chanted over and over in my head.
When we got to the Fox Theater, I saw Keith hand something to Brooklyn. She popped it into her mouth. The crowd was thick inside, and I was trying to stay as close to all of them as possible, hoping they wouldn’t separate. Evey and Keith made it to the bar and did shots while Joel and Brooklyn watched the beginning of the show.
As a tipsy Evey made her way into the crowd, I decided I had had enough hovering for one night, so I popped into Keith’s body.
I heaved audibly at his sick odor and weak body. Evey was the only human who smelled pleasant to me. I felt sluggish in his baby boy chest.
“What’s wrong?” Evey’s musical voice came at me. Her big brown eyes were wide and her smile timid.
“Nothing,” I said. His voice was high, raspy, and super fucking annoying.
Evey and I, disguised as Keith, approached Brooklyn and Joel. Brooklyn immediately grabbed Evey and started dancing. She had Evey’s hands up over her head and was running her fingers down the undersides of Evey’s arms, and Evey was giggling.
She broke away from Brooklyn and came up to me and said, “I want one too!”
“One what? And why is Brooklyn acting so weird?”
Evey threw her arms over my (Keith’s) shoulders and leaned into my ear. “Uh, duh, because she’s rolling. Aren’t you the one who gave her the X?”
I pulled back. “Me?” I put my hand over my chest.
She reached into my pocket and brushed my (Keith’s) semi-hard dick in the process. “Oh.” She smiled.
I wanted to throw up.
She popped a pill into her mouth. “Thanks.”
Oh shit! Things were getting out of hand.
I had to know what she was feeling, so I reached into my pocket, took out a round pill with a smiley face on it, and popped it into my mouth as well.
Joel looked at me and laughed. “You never do that shit, dude.” Brooklyn and Evey were dancing next to us. “You’re gonna bang that chick on X, huh?”
“Uh, uh, yeah, man.”
Winging it had so many meanings at the moment. I was in way over my head. The real Keith wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow. I scurried off to the bathroom and stared at Keith’s ugly face in the mirror. I could still hear Evey blabbering to Brooklyn about how cute Keith was, and that started a violent session of dry heaving within me.
As I leaned over the sink about to purge my (Keith’s) right lung, a guy holding a beer approached. “You okay, man?”
I almost swiped his beer. I needed a drink that badly, but I had to control myself. Instead, I turned toward the urinals, removed Keith’s sad excuse for a dick, and peed. The size and shape of Keith’s dick truly saddened me, not because Evey would appreciate it but because I couldn’t understand how he was going to use it to do anything worthwhile. It was also really weird to hold onto another guy’s dick. But I wasn’t a guy; I was an angel. I had to constantly remind myself of that fact.
Heading back onto the theater floor, I found the girls and tried to collect myself.
After about an hour, the headlining act was on, playing the song “Roses.” Evey was hanging all over me, smiling. I was trying to remain calm.
“I like you,” she yelled over the music, then she mouthed the lyrics, Say you’ll never let me go as she swayed from side to side.
I felt my hands moving of their own accord, up her slim hips to her sides, then I was kissing her and cupping her breast—or rather, Keith was kissing her and cupping her breast. Oh my God, what am I doing?
Everything was vibrant. I was aware of the hair on Keith’s arms standing up and his dick twitching every time Evey brushed against it. Her smell was stronger. Her breath, her sweat was intoxicating. I forgot all about booze for a couple hours and just let myself get lost in her. I blame the X.
What I was doing was wrong on so many levels. Doing ecstasy wasn’t exactly a justification for a celestial being breaking every rule in the universe. Evey’s tongue was in my mouth, and she grinding against me. God, it really seemed like she had it bad for this guy.
“I want to go home,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.
“Really?”
“I told you… I like you, Keith.”
Maybe she sensed it was me. Maybe I wanted her to.
She kissed me again and then pulled back and stared into my eyes. I had to look away—I didn’t want to remind her. Zack and Mona were right; I hadn’t zapped her well enough. Brooklyn and Joel sucked face the entire taxi ride back. At least they were all safe. For the most part, I was sober and had held up my end of the deal with Abigail, Greer, and what’s his face.
Joel and I followed the girls up to their apartment. I debated whether I should let good ol’ limp-dick Keith have his body back. My decision was made once I followed Evey into her room. With one zip, she was literally standing in a thong and nothing else.
“Really?” I said derisively. “Really, Evelyn?”
She scowled then covered her breasts. “My full name? Honestly, what’s up with the dad thing? I thought we were going to… I thought you liked me.”
I had hurt her feelings. “No, don’t cover up, you’re just… you’re just so fucking beautiful, so fucking bold.” My eyes were wide.