Their gear only took an hour to pack, and luckily he had a fresh flak filled with gin to pass the time waiting for his cohorts.
It was late, with stars peppering the sky like spattered milk on black tile. Jack sat on the humped hood of Tommy's half-living Ford Woody, staring into the sky in an attempt to put the night behind them. It was Tony who he saw approaching the car first. Carrying his Telecaster clutched by the neck in one long-fingered hand, scratched in some spots because he'd never put it down in a case. Tony was just a bit taller than Jack, skinny and almost stretched looking with his long legs, hands and jaw. Tony handed Jack a Camel cigarette and then placed one between his own lips. The light from the subsequent match lit up his face and shined off his tall black pompadour in the night. He drew deep into the cigarette and released with a sigh.
"Are you going home tonight?" He asked as he sat on the parking lot gravel in front of the car.
"Nah..." Jack's voice trailed loosely after every word, a voice that always seemed to cause trouble. "Frank will have been ten kinds of mad that I went out tonight. I'd better get somewhere and get loose before I let the old man take the belt to me."
"You sure that just won't make it worse?"
Jack smiled for the first time that night as he took a drag from his cigarette. "Yeah, but if I'm high I won't feel it.
Tony didn't find it very funny, and he certainly didn't like Jack's drug habits, but he'd never say anything to Jack's face about it. Now would he have time to with Tommy and Teddy materializing in night, in strut towards the car. The two were always a pair, friends since they were boys and nothing could change that into high school life. Tommy was the taller of the two, with slick blond hair and a muscular frame. He had grown into an imposing guy before anyone knew it, adopting a uniform of blue jeans and white t-shirts and a steady flow of girlfriends. Teddy, or Theodore, was the contrast. Short with big black frame glasses, swirled light brown hair, and an infectious smile. He was often picked on for being a nerd or geek, which he really wasn't, but his quiet demeanor may have lead you to think
It was late, with stars peppering the sky like spattered milk on black tile. Jack sat on the humped hood of Tommy's half-living Ford Woody, staring into the sky in an attempt to put the night behind them. It was Tony who he saw approaching the car first. Carrying his Telecaster clutched by the neck in one long-fingered hand, scratched in some spots because he'd never put it down in a case. Tony was just a bit taller than Jack, skinny and almost stretched looking with his long legs, hands and jaw. Tony handed Jack a Camel cigarette and then placed one between his own lips. The light from the subsequent match lit up his face and shined off his tall black pompadour in the night. He drew deep into the cigarette and released with a sigh.
"Are you going home tonight?" He asked as he sat on the parking lot gravel in front of the car.
"Nah..." Jack's voice trailed loosely after every word, a voice that always seemed to cause trouble. "Frank will have been ten kinds of mad that I went out tonight. I'd better get somewhere and get loose before I let the old man take the belt to me."
"You sure that just won't make it worse?"
Jack smiled for the first time that night as he took a drag from his cigarette. "Yeah, but if I'm high I won't feel it.
Tony didn't find it very funny, and he certainly didn't like Jack's drug habits, but he'd never say anything to Jack's face about it. Now would he have time to with Tommy and Teddy materializing in night, in strut towards the car. The two were always a pair, friends since they were boys and nothing could change that into high school life. Tommy was the taller of the two, with slick blond hair and a muscular frame. He had grown into an imposing guy before anyone knew it, adopting a uniform of blue jeans and white t-shirts and a steady flow of girlfriends. Teddy, or Theodore, was the contrast. Short with big black frame glasses, swirled light brown hair, and an infectious smile. He was often picked on for being a nerd or geek, which he really wasn't, but his quiet demeanor may have lead you to think
