Lest we forget our friends

The next morning, I woke up as satisfied as ever. I rolled over, and reached out of bed. From the corner of my eye I noticed a small, flashing cell phone quietly vibrating on the floor in Ginger’s pants pocket. Being that the 'gentle' blond was still asleep beside me, I swooped it up, and read the text message.

Subject: Thanx.
From: Lowery

Ginger, heard you stopped by my release party last night.
Thanks for putting in the effort to swing by. Sorry I didn’t
get a chance to see or talk to you. Call me back sometime.

–J5

“Fucker.” I mumbled under my breath, pressing every phone dial until it was deleted.

“So… not fond of John either, I see.” Gifted with a pair of keen ears, Ginger, moved up to lean on his elbows beside me with his lips against my shoulder. He glanced over at his cell phone in my hands patiently.

“What-- you think he’s an asshole too?” I smirked, shaking my head.

“No. I meant Manson. He’s the one who fired him.”

“Oh…” Pause. Think. “Wait—“ Register information. “—What?!”

“Didn’t you know that?”

“No! How could I know that? Damn it. Now I know what Manson meant by taking out trash. He said he got rid of him… I didn’t realize… What the hell happened? ”

“I don’t know, to tell you the truth.”

“Why did he fire him?”

“Weren’t you with John early last night? Why don’t you call and ask him.”

“I can’t now. Not from here or from your phone. If he heard my voice on the other line, he’d call me a dirty little fuck, which I’m surprised you haven’t called me yet.”

“I couldn’t. I’m sure as hell not a clean fuck myself. My middle name is one-night-stand.”

I laughed; he couldn’t be anymore comforting at the moment. If only John didn’t have such a twisted idea about me in his head. He was pissed off at Manson for firing him and took it out on the person who he thought was closest to him.

“Do a little something for me, Kenny. Help me out.”

“Anything you want.”

“Isn’t my beautiful replacement downstairs? I want to leave him with something to remember me by.”

“I really don’t have anything against Skold, you know.”

“Neither do I, he’s fucking gorgeous. But he’s in the way. Manson said I’m full of jealousy. So, I don’t mind proving him right.”

“Jeordie, what the fuck are you talking about? You don’t need to flatter him.”

“I won’t ruin your quiet reputation. Just show me where the wardrobe room is.”