Rolling Rock on Ice & Ally

Gettin Weird Chapter 28

Amber Winton’s house, which I’ve never been to before, is like I thought it would be. This isn’t a great moment in psychic history. When you hear about a house in Spokane with a Rockwood Boulevard Address, it’s probably going to be nice.  Amber’s place, her parent’s place, is huge and fancy and beautiful. It reminds me of the Brookridge Country Club, only tonight, I definitely don’t need a sports jacket or tie to get in. As I walk up Amber’s walkway to her front porch, I see a guy taking a leak over in a tall bush, barely even hiding himself, and a girl on the other side of the yard with long blond hair down on her knees throwing up. Yep, it’s party time all right. Even while I’m still outside, I can hear the loud noise of music, laughter, and voices. This looks like a classic. 

I open Amber’s front door and walk in, no point knocking. I step into the entryway, onto a dark slate floor, already smeared with spilt beer. I make my way down a hallway and towards the kitchen, where I spot Arty, who looks pretty drunk or high or both. 

“Art-miester” I yell across the noise. He doesn’t hear me, “Yo, Art-ball!” 

Arty looks up and smiles, “Al-Caponey,” he yells back.  

Arty comes across the room and holds his hand up in a high five gesture; I slap it hard. 

“Beer?” Arty yells over the roar of the party.