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“Why didn’t you call me?”
Oh, Jesus Christ, here we go, he thought.
“I already told you, my fucking phone was dead. What am I supposed to do, charge it magically with my mind?” He watched as Min scuttled in front of the car, sucking the last bit of his cigarette the whole way, knowing he couldn’t smoke once he was inside.
“No need to be sarcastic with me, okay?” Min spat as he flung the passenger side door open. He slid in and shivered violently. “I just wouldn’t have stood outside to wait for you if I knew you were going to be this late.” He leaned forward and cranked the heat up.
“Well, if you would wear a coat…” Hum began.
“Look, Grandma, I tell you this every time we go out,” Min fished thru his teeny man-purse. “I am not paying to check my coat and I won’t have it stolen by some strung-out bar rat. I will freeze first.” He pulled out a thick black eye pencil and flipped down the visor. “However, if I had been picked up when I was supposed to be, I wouldn’t have my testicles cozying up to my liver for warmth right now.” He began expertly lining his left eye. “I can handle standing in the cold for 5 minutes here and there, but not 45 minutes straight.”
“Min, I told you, my phone…” Hum tried to defend himself but was cut off.
“That’s another thing. We’re going out and you have a dead cell phone? Seriously?” Min paused to cock an eyebrow at Hum, and then returned to his artistry.
“Well,” Hum started to make something up, and then thought better of it. “Look, I’m sorry. It’s charging now, so let’s drop it okay?” He pointed at the charger plugged into the cigarette lighter.
“Fine.” Min pulled out his iPod and switched out Hum’s for his own.
Hum wanted to object, but knew he would lose this battle before it even began. He strapped in for the umpteenth replay of the Dream Girls soundtrack.
“Are we getting Boots?” Min asked.
“Yeah, he’s working till 11:30, so we’ll have to get him at the diner.”
“Ugh,” Min stuck his tongue out and gagged. “The ubiquitous Char will be there, no doubt.”
“Mais oui,” Hum replied, deadpan.