What the fuck just happened?
I turn again. No way he got out of the alley that fast, unless he seriously booked it to the open end. God, did I scare him off that badly?
“A guy,” I say. “He was—he washere.”
Iris gives me an unimpressed stare. “A guy.”
“I swear! Iris—he was here. Where’d he go?”
“And you want to go off in search of a mystery guy instead of facing your own music, is that it?”
“No! No. That’s not what—”
Did I hallucinate him? Fuck no,his taste is still in my mouth.
Was this interaction something else I screwed up tonight? I didn’t even ask hisname.
Wherever he is,whoeverhe is, it’s just Iris in this alley now, but itcould havebeen press opening that door, and I have to be smarter, I have tochange.Shape up. Be a fucking adult.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble at Iris.
Right before I bend double and vomit all over her shoes.
Iris and the Claus Boys
IRIS
did you find your mystery guy coal?
no. bartender said no one by that description works there and he didn’t see anyone like that even come in
IRIS
well that’s not surprising. most people can’t see ghosts.
HE WAS A REAL PERSON IRIS
KRIS
Honestly, you’d better hope he was a ghost, because there’s a very good chance you spilled your guts to and then slobbered on a member of the Holiday press.
eloquently put, thank you
we’ll know if the details of the story come out won’t we
fuuuuuuuck
IRIS
allow me to distract you
please
IRIS
i’ve decided it’s up to us kris to think of a suitable punishment for coal
KRIS