This was written last year. I don't feel that it is at its full potential, but what the hey. Enjoy.


I looked down at the dazzling party out in the yard. I should be down there, but tonight I wanted to be with only one person.

He had disappeared not too long ago. I can only assume that he was called to the phone. He's been doing business with a small east coast town. It's in Rhode Island, I believe.

I jump when I hear someone walk up behind me. I would have demanded to know who they were if they hadn't wrapped their arms around my waist or brushed their lips against my neck.

"Why aren't you downstairs?" They ask. I lean back.

"I wanted to be with you tonight, Jay." I say, "It's been awhile since we last spent a night alone." Which is true. Since I moved in a few weeks ago, he's had either business friends over for dinner or thrown parties. Not that I mind. It's just that it seems like we only spend time alone together at night while we're in bed.

"Tomorrow, I promise." Jay whispers, "Just enjoy yourself tonight, Nick. Jordan's here."

"With Catherine, I assume." I say, not realizing how bitter I sound. It wasn't fair really. Why is it that when they dance together everyone assumes they're drunk and laugh, while when Jay and I dance together, people think us queer (which we are) and shun us?

"You sound bitter, love." He says, gently pushing me down onto the couch.

"I only want to be with you tonight." I say, taking the cigarette he held out to me.

"You are with me, Nick." He says, lighting my cigarette for me before lighting his own. We sit in a comfortable silence for a moment.

"I want to be with you alone." I say, looking into his eyes.

"We are alone." Jay says, gesturing to the empty room surrounding us.

"What did Rhode Island want?" I ask. He seems surprised by this question. It's not the first time I've asked him about his work, nor will it be the last. I am aware that he's a bootlegger. He told me everything a couple months back.

"Hm? Oh, I'm going to go out there for a few days." Jay says, looking out over the party below.

"Was this planned or decided tonight?" I ask. He knows that I hate it when he doesn't tell me when he's planning to go away.

"Decided tonight."

"How long will you be gone?"

"A week."

"When are you leaving?" He doesn't answer. "Jay?"

"Tomorrow." He answers quietly.

"And you just promised me that we'll spend time alone together tomorrow!" I say in disbelief.

"It looks like there are a few new faces tonight." He says.

"I saw Daisy earlier." I say, "She and Tom are in town."

"Did you see Tom?" Jay asks. He and Tom never got along well.

"No, Daisy said that he was at Myrtle's grave." I say, "The man's gone all but mad."

"Do you want to dance?"

"I don't want to ruin your reputation."

"No one's going to see." Jay says, "We're alone, remember?"

I smile and take his hand. Maybe it is fair, maybe it isn't. But I do get Jay for one night. And I shall see him off at the train station in the morning and await his return a week later.