February 8th, 2012
So a couple days have passed and Houdini hasn’t let me go back to Mickey’s since that last time. Either it is afraid of that Liquid freak, or it’s jealous of Joan. I think it is the latter because every time I ask it if I should call her it says “Don’t count on it.” I was lucky that it even let me write this tonight. I’m kind of getting frustrated with Houdini.
So Tom came over and was chilling out in my room with me. He asked me if I had called “That hot piece” intending Joan. I told him I hadn’t, that Houdini didn’t think it was a good idea.
“You and that damn toy.” he said. Then he picked up my phone and pushed a few buttons. I didn’t have a clue what he was doing, but before I could ask he shoved the phone in my face. “Talk to her.” he said.
“H-hello” I stammered.
A warm chuckle on the other side of the phone answered. “Eight?” Joan asked. It was more of a statement than a question. Over the phone her voice took on a velvety quality and seemed to instantly soothe me.
“Yes, this is Eight.” I replied. After the initial shock of having the choice forced on me I felt a little bit more confident.
“What are you up to tonight?” She asked. I could hear the familiar sounds of the pool hall cracking in the background. “I’ve been waiting on you.”
I instinctively reached for Houdini but Tom had taken it. “Make your own decision tonight.” he said.
“So are you coming out to Mickey’s?” asked Joan.
Houdini had frustrated me enough, and I really like this girl Joan, so I thought what kind of answer would that punk Liquid give. “Yeah, I’ll be out in a few. Save a table for me.” I said.
I hung the phone up and asked Tom what I should do. He suggested that if I really wanted to impress her I should probably show up with flowers or something. I asked if Tom wanted to come along and he told me that this was my deal. He’s going to stay in tonight.
Anyways it’s almost ten. I’ve got to get some flowers and meet Joan. More to come later.