Casey by Jay Johnson, Submission 2 by Jay Johnson

"Where the fuck is Casey?"

"I don't know. She was here a second ago. I had a beer with her."

"You got Casey to drink a beer? Dude, where the fuck is Casey?"

Dark, straight, short, soft hair. Casey was just here a second ago. Soft, kind, brown eyes. Or, maybe she wasn't? Casey was muscular, for a girl. Time is measured in drinks. How many beers ago was Casey actually here? My friend walks back inside, calling again and again for Casey. Percocet mixes with alcohol to produce a heightened buzz. Should've tried this long before. The night air is warm tonight. Humid. This party smells redundant. I doubt I'll fall in love tonight.

"The line to the bathroom is too long, man! I gotta take a piss!" This fucking guy has two polo shirts on for some reason. He's somebody else's friend.

"Just go around back, man. That's what I did. I opened the gate from the other side – it should still be open. Piss over in the side yard."

Two-polo comes back.

"Check it out man."

Two-polo produces a plastic bag.

"Ever had 'shrooms?"

Two-polo likes to share. So many shots. So many beers. Kissing some girl I've known for awhile. Now we're on the side yard by the gate. Entangled tongues. My fingers sticky between her legs. Her hands around my cock. Heavy breathing. Bare chests, the grass is chilly. Skin to skin contact feels important. I feel important.

"What the FUCK?"

What-the-fuck guy cuts through my buzz. He can't possibly be pissed about this – this is fine. She wanted to. He knows that we like each other – we've hooked up before. What is his problem? She said yes, and yes still means yes, yes?

"Did you open the fucking gate?"

I roll my head back and look, upside down, at the gaping hole that a gate normally fills. She's still on top of me. She's on top. She's a totally willing party. He can't be pissed about this. I'm still inside and her cunt gives a little squeeze. I laugh at her audacity.

"You think this is fucking funny?"

I prop myself up on both hands.

"The line to the bathroom was too long. Just needed to take a piss, so I used the side yard."

"FUCKING Christ. You motherfucking asshole. Casey was out here."

"Oh shit."

I move to get up.

"No, you've done enough, thanks. You're too trashed anyway. I'll fucking find her. Her leash is still in your car, right?"