the contouring on her cheek, her bright
red lips with a darker outline.
“I love your makeup!” I shout over the music.
“What did you say?” says Sienna.
If I can hear her why can’t she hear me?
“Shall we go back to Lennie?” I point to him.
Later, in the smoking area,
while Lennie rolls us a spliff,
I tell Sienna what happened with Jack
and what Simon said to me.
“He sounds like a right idiot,” she says,
sympathetically squeezing my arm.
“Which one?” Lennie asks, handing
the finished spliff to Sienna.
I didn’t think he was listening.
“The both of them, actually,” says Sienna,
and she takes just one toke
and passes the spliff to me.
There’s a comfortable silence
as I take two tokes—one for Jack,
one for Simon.
I pass the spliff on to Lennie.
“I could never do it,” he says.
“I couldn’t have sex with a guy,
no matter how drunk or high.”
I reply, “You never know until you try.
Maybe I’m just that irresistible.”
Lennie chokes on a mouthful of smoke.
“If you were, Jack would’ve called you.”
He pulls no punches, says it straight.
