Re: Si's trailer: Amy M/Si M
[You could say Si had an addictive personality, if you believed in that kind of thing. One vice to the next, he'd worked his way up, cigarettes to pot, pot to pills, pills to powder, powder to tar; never really stopping with what had led him there, but just adding more on top, layer after layer. If he could get fucked up, he wanted to get fucked up. If he could feel good, he wanted to feel good. Eventually, it became about not feeling bad. Then, just trying to feel like his life wasn't the shitshow it was. Which is to say, cigarettes—Si had been smoking since he was a kid. Their step-mom would catch him all the time and flush his cigarettes, but he'd find ways to get more. He was good at that, even then. Smoking was just something else he needed to quit.
But, he didn't mind sharing a cigarette with Amy. She sucked on the filter, the end glaring bright as she dragged, and Si settled back more as her leg came up over his. He took the cigarette back when it was passed to him. With his free hand bringing the thing to his lips, it was his turn to put wet paper between his lips. He imagined he could taste her on the filter, but he probably couldn't. Idly, he brought a hand over to smooth bunched yellow fabric on her thigh. In sync, this happened just as she was reaching for his face. He'd been smooth-shaven the night in the arcade, but his beard came in fast, leaving his face shadowed in sharp pinpricks of hair. Si looked at Amy, then reached to drop the cigarette into the empty beer bottle. One last exhale and he thought about her question.] I try not to. But, uh, yeah. [Her leg was warm on his, his hand was warm on her leg.] Do you? [His phone hadn't gone off yet.]