“Damn, this place is really going down. The least they could do is run a mop over the floor every once in a while.”
Neil felt it a small yet not insignificant victory that within a mere seven days of their first meeting, he’d managed to coax Ryan out of the comfort of her well-heeled suburb and onto his home turf. At the back of the shabby movie house in Imperial Beach, they sweltered in the heat of the non-air-conditioned theater, a rancid, sour smell wafting beneath their noses.
Neil had taken Ryan to this theater for the precise purpose of rubbing some grit into her face, but the rank odor of vomit was more than he’d bargained for. Ryan only giggled and rested her head against Neil’s shoulder. Better to take in the strong, absurdly masculine scent of his aftershave.
Neil was bored by
