TWIST

“I need a buffalo trip,” I said. “Shit man, what the fuck?”
Eric shook his head, “Not in the next seven days bro.”
I took a step back, “Whoa,” I laughed. “What's up for the next week?”
He smirked calmly and shrugged his shoulders, “I’m booked all week, and maybe even Saturday. Monday and Tuesday I need to work on my Halloween costume. The next day is the party.”
I kept staring at him.
“Then Thursday is Marty’s farewell party at Romar’s, and Friday I might have a hot bitch to attend to.”
I slowly nodded in silence, reworking plans out for the rest of the week in my head.
“Saturday I shale sleep,” Eric finished. He sat back and took a sip of his 10 minute stale Coors.
“I guess Friday really is Halloween,” I said. “Wait… did you just tell me that two out of your six days of social life will be spent working,” I paused. “On a costume?” I couldn’t believe it. “Are you sewing it together yourself?”
“Yes actually, I am,” Eric bit back. “I’m gonna be a Siamese twin.”
I stopped for moment and finished the worst part of my beer. I took a slow deep breath, exhaling through my nose, reflecting on the potential of Eric’s costume. He began laughing to himself, understanding what I wouldn’t until the unveiling at the party five days from now.
I pressed my lips together in a Don Corleone frown of modest agreement. “I would have said maybe something to do with anti-gravity, or a Siamese twin.” I opened another beer. “Or maybe turning yourself into a hot slut, or even Beethoven.”