Ferris had never seen his apartment so clean. Even on the day he had first moved in, when the space held nothing but a piano and a bare mattress, the floor hadn\u2019t been quite so polished. He could nearly see his reflection in the wood, a wide-eyed face staring back at him from the gleaming surface.<\/p>\n
\u201cSeamus?\u201d he asked for some reason, as Seamus was seated directly in front of him.<\/p>\n
\u201cClean enough for you, Fer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think\u2014\u201c Ferris rubbed the back of his neck. \u201cI think this is clean enough for a surgery. Who did this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Seamus clutched his chest. \u201cOh, right in the heart. It was me, you bloody idiot.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ferris took a moment to digest what he\u2019d heard. Everything was in its place \u2014 every dish, book, and rug was perfectly arranged. The countertops sparkled without a speck of dust to be seen. Ferris was certain there was more lint on his shirt than there was in the entire apartment. Even Stanley was seated properly in his dog bed, a black bowtie set neatly around his neck.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hit your head on the way in?\u201d Seamus tapped his own skull. \u201cI said it was me. You asked me to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t think you\u2019d\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n
\u201cWant me to fuck it up again?\u201d Seamus lifted a couch pillow, aiming it at a row of picture frames.<\/p>\n
Ferris waved both hands. \u201cNo! No, it\u2019s fine. It\u2019s great. I-I\u2019m just a little surprised, that\u2019s all.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can be good,\u201d Seamus said. \u201cSometimes. I like living with you, mate. Didn\u2019t want to lose the flat.\u201d<\/p>\n
Seamus\u2019 voice quieted, low enough that he was practically speaking to himself. \u201cOr you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeamus, you\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n
A bark of laughter cut Ferris off. \u201cSo it\u2019s good enough? Let\u2019s get a drink, then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, what now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve got a\u2014\u201c Ferris glanced down at the envelope in his hands. The Gala. \u201cA thing. Tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith that nerd you\u2019re dating?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, shut up. Ah, actually, I need you out of the house tonight. I said I\u2019d finally show her my place.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you two gonna fuck all over my freshly waxed floor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s my floor, and that\u2019s\u2014 that\u2019s rude. Don\u2019t ask that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Seamus grinned. \u201cSo where am I going? If you want me back in the morning, I\u2019ll need motel money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine, fine.\u201d Ferris fumbled with his wallet, pulling out a handful of bills. \u201cDo whatever dumb shit you want. Just don\u2019t get into any fights.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you care if\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n
\u201cI care.\u201d He slapped the bills into Seamus\u2019 hand. \u201cAnd I don\u2019t want to pick your drunk ass up at the police station again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Seamus counted his spoils, his tongue sticking out like a child\u2019s. \u201cDeal.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ferris was already in his bedroom, tearing apart his closet in search of the tuxedo he hadn\u2019t worn in years. A tuxedo \u2014 was that the right thing to wear? He found himself wishing, for once, that Demos was there to dress him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou promise we\u2019ll have a pint tomorrow?\u201d Seamus called from the other room.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, yes. I promise we\u2019ll go,\u201d came Ferris\u2019 panic-laced voice in response. \u201cNow where the fuck is my bowtie?\u201d<\/p>\n
#<\/p>\n
The museum looked different at night. The high glass walls of the planetarium, normally bright with sunshine, were now speckled with reflections of camera flashes. In the wide space where visitors usually passed were rows of tables, each adorned with tea lights and centerpieces of frost-white orchids. Planets and other heavenly bodies hung overhead, bright against the soft blue light of the hall. The ceiling seemed so dark, and so far, and from every direction came the vivid hum of chatter. It was otherworldly. Ferris felt small, adrift, as if the moon above his head really was within reach.<\/p>\n
Demos would have loved this.<\/p>\n
A flurry of camera shutters told Ferris another celebrity had just walked by. He recognized the actress from the corner of his eye, one who had starred in a recent television drama his mother had been watching. What was her name, again?<\/p>\n
\u201cFerris, I got it,\u201d came Alex\u2019s voice from his side. \u201cI got her business card.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was beaming, a victorious flush across her cheeks. Just as the museum looked different, so did she. Her hair had been done up, with only wisps of bangs left to frame her face. A vintage dress hugged her waistline, then blossomed past her hips to trail the floor. It was a deep, dark blue, making her a perfect fit among the moons and stars. She held the card with two hands, as if its weight were simply too much to bear with one.<\/p>\n
Ferris smiled at her. \u201cThe lady from NASA?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAn astronaut, Ferris. A fucking astronaut! And she majored in biochemistry, and she wants to read my thesis. Can you believe this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Without warning, he plucked the card from her hands. \u201cLet me see.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHey!\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned just in time to avoid her grasp. \u201cWow, no kidding. A real astronaut.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my god, you\u2019re going to crease it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAh, right. Then it won\u2019t work anymore.\u201d He made another turn, studying the tiny print as she clambered to reach over his arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear I will murder you in front of all of these people, Ferris.\u201d Though her words were stern, the laugh that followed called her bluff.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere.\u201d He took her hand, placing the card in her palm with a tap. \u201cI hope you and your astronaut wife are very happy together.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alex swatted the top of his head. \u201cShut up.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed, attempting to smooth his hair. \u201cNo, really. That\u2019s amazing, Alex. I\u2019m glad you came tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you kidding? I wouldn\u2019t have missed this for the world. I wish you\u2019d given me more than a few hours notice, though. You\u2019re lucky I had this dress.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I\u2019m lucky this tux still fits. I can\u2019t even remember the last time I had a violin recital.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou promised you\u2019d play for me when we see your apartment tonight, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh god dammit, you remembered. Do I have to wear the tuxedo, too?\u201d<\/p>\n
Alex folded her arms. \u201cI think I deserve the full experience, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine, I\u2019ll call up a conductor and the whole strings\u2014 wait, you know what, we need percussion and woodwinds, too. Let\u2019s make it a party.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow about you stop being a moron and dance with me?\u201d Alex cocked her head toward the dance floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll dance with you, but I won\u2019t stop being a moron.\u201d<\/p>\n
She took him by the hands, leading him through the crowd. \u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlso, I don\u2019t know how to dance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s fine, too. I\u2019ll show you how.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAh,\u201d he said as she positioned his hand on her waist. \u201cGreat.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ferris had heard the singer before, on the radio. She sang in rich, low tones, just above the trill of the piano and steady tugs of bass strings. Her voice was from another time, another place, from the smell of Havana cigars and lowball tumblers. Alex led him, slowly, lacing her fingers with his.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow your left foot.\u201d She smiled. \u201cOkay, you lead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re going to die.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust don\u2019t take us into traffic and we\u2019ll be fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
He took a breath, resisting the urge to watch his feet. \u201cDon\u2019t give me any ideas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know, you still haven\u2019t told me how you got these tickets.\u201d Alex took advantage of their positions, holding eye contact. \u201cThey\u2019re not stolen, are they?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ferris laughed. \u201cOf course not.\u201d<\/p>\n
Were they?<\/p>\n
He thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of the truth. \u201cWell, to be honest, they\u2019re from Demos.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alex blinked. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted to\u2014 oh, isn\u2019t that the mayor? I didn\u2019t know he was coming tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean, Demos?\u201d Alex said, ignoring his failed diversion. \u201cLast time I checked, he works in a restaurant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRestaurant management.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alex frowned. \u201cOf one restaurant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has connections.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConnections? With who, the Queen of England?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ferris faltered as his shoulder bumped a neighboring guest. \u201cAh, aren\u2019t you supposed to be teaching me how to dance?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFerris.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m doing a bad job, aren\u2019t I?\u201d he said. \u201cMaybe I need another drink.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alex exhaled, settling her chin on his shoulder. She closed her eyes, letting her voice fall against his ear.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re doing just fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nudged his temple against hers, grateful that he\u2019d seemingly dodged a bullet. Something told him, however, she wouldn\u2019t let this slide again.<\/p>\n
As the third song neared its end, he found they had drifted to the edge of the dance floor. It was quieter there. The crowd felt miles away, congregated near the stage to focus on the fifth speech that night.<\/p>\n
Ferris glanced up. \u201cLook, it\u2019s Mars.\u201d<\/p>\n
Suspended just above their heads was the planet, burning red against the high ceiling. It was a familiar color, the rust on warehouse chain-link, day-old blood stains on a white shirt \u2014 the color of that tie Demos always wore. It was an aggressive color, demanding attention like a gem in a crown. It felt good to look at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe god of war,\u201d Alex said, wistful.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow romantic.\u201d<\/p>\n
She called his bluff, pulling him down into a kiss. She smelled like jasmine and tasted like champagne. Yet, somehow, all he could see was that color. That perfect, scorching red.<\/p>\n
#<\/p>\n
It was past eleven when they left the museum. Limousines lined the block, waiting to take the more prestigious guests back to their hotels and after-parties. Alex was precariously balanced between Ferris and a Corinthian column, having attempted to get her ticket\u2019s worth in wine before deciding ten minutes ago it was a bad idea. Her cheeks were pink in the warm night air, contrasting the deep blue of her dress.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich way is your apartment?\u201d She bumped her glasses with her wrist, attempting to straighten them. \u201cLet\u2019s take a cab.\u201d<\/p>\n
He raised a brow as he helped her down the wide steps. \u201cIn a hurry?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know science gets me hot.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, science,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd enough champagne to drown a horse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere do you get these awful metaphors?\u201d<\/p>\n
As he opened his mouth to respond with yet another awful metaphor, he paused. He saw it, from the corner of his eye, a dozen steps down and briefly illuminated in a limousine headlight \u2014 a familiar profile, one he\u2019d seen just that afternoon. Ferris swallowed whatever he\u2019d meant to say, securing his hold over Alex\u2019s shoulder. It couldn\u2019t have been him. Why now, why here?<\/p>\n
What was Aldo doing at the Museum Gala?<\/p>\n
When Ferris looked back, the figure had sunk into the inky shadows beyond the ledge. No, there wasn\u2019t one figure. Two \u2014 there were two men there. Ferris took in a hard breath before leading Alex in the opposite direction.<\/p>\n
\u201cFerris?\u201d Alex laughed. \u201cAren\u2019t the cabs down there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s too crowded. We can get one at the end of the block, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
The lights and flashes faded as they made their way down the street. Ferris glanced back as they turned the corner, scanning the sidewalk for anyone who might be following them. Once the museum was out of sight, so too was the thrum of people. The side street was quieter, with only a 24-hour laundromat glowing open across the road. It was then Ferris regretted his decision to leave the crowd. In his attempt to avoid Aldo, he had subsequently isolated them on a dark city block.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlex, are you\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n
\u201cHey,\u201d called a voice from behind. \u201cIt\u2019s Fishbones.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ferris closed his eyes. He\u2019d been hoping he was wrong, that it wasn\u2019t Aldo he\u2019d seen at the bottom of the museum steps, that he\u2019d made nothing but a silly mistake. There was, however, no mistaking that voice. It was Aldo.<\/p>\n
The two men stepped up on either side of the couple, hands stuffed into their pockets.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook at you,\u201d Aldo said. \u201cAll dressed up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think you\u2019ve mistaken me for someone else,\u201d Ferris said, his teeth clenched shut.<\/p>\n
\u201cNah, we know that face. Don\u2019t we, Lou?\u201d<\/p>\n
The other man patted Ferris\u2019 lapel. \u201cSure do. Though I\u2019m surprised to see a lady on your arm. Thought you and the Ghost\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n
\u201cExcuse us,\u201d Ferris said, swatting the hand away. \u201cIt\u2019s late.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lou feigned a frown. \u201cNow don\u2019t be like that, Fish. Why don\u2019t you introduce us to\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n
Before Ferris could stop her, Alex pushed herself upright. \u201cHey, he said he doesn\u2019t know you. Leave us alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlex!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour date\u2019s a fuckin\u2019 liar, honey. He\u2019s got a track record of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, you can\u2019t talk to him like that.\u201d Alex had stepped forward, pushing her face up into Aldo\u2019s. \u201cOr me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ferris could feel his guts doubling up, contracting just below his lungs. He wasn\u2019t sure if it was the amount she\u2019d had to drink, or if it was just her personality, but whatever the reason, it was going to get them both killed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlex. Alex, no. Don\u2019t\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n
Lou stopped him in mid-step, an arm wrapped tight around his elbow. Aldo, on the other hand, hadn\u2019t looked away from Alex. The two were staring each other down, the track suit and the evening gown inches apart.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd what\u2019re you going to do about it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m gonna call the police, that\u2019s what. You can\u2019t just harass people on the street like\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n
It was then the pocket knife came out. The blade straightened with a click, the steel glinting under the lamplight. It was a flash, a gleam of white braced just below Alex\u2019s chin. Ferris could see the tip brush her jaw \u2014 her mouth, parted, as she took in a breath.<\/p>\n
The rubber band holding Ferris\u2019 insides together snapped. There was the sound of bone splintering, a groan as Lou\u2019s spine struck the brick wall behind him. Ferris hit Aldo like a train, grasping his wrists, throwing him back into the lamppost with a metallic clang<\/i>. The knife handle shuddered in the man\u2019s white-knuckled grasp, but still he refused to let go. Ferris would just have to make him.<\/p>\n
Joints twisted and cracked, arms shaking as they attempted to gain the upper hand. Ferris pulled back his hand, fingers tight, thumb wrapped over his knuckles \u2014 a brick, just as Sergio had shown him. Sweat flew as the fist hit Aldo\u2019s jaw, skin scraped red. The lamppost reverberated as the man\u2019s skull bounced from the pole, rattling the black shadows beneath them.<\/p>\n
Aldo recovered \u2014 much faster than Ferris had hoped. Bone hit bone, flesh swelling as the two went at each other on the gum-stained concrete. Ferris\u2019 tuxedo collar ripped, much more easily than fabric with such a price tag should have. That taste filled his mouth, the familiar sensation of musty copper and warm fluid. He could see blood dotted across Aldo\u2019s chin, a constellation of red over a lazy five o\u2019clock shadow.<\/p>\n
They hit the ground, Aldo\u2019s back cracking on the pavement. The knife clattered from his open palm. Ferris kept his opponent pinned, elbow digging across his collar as he felt over the sidewalk for the weapon. His fingers brushed the warm handle. In a second, the blade met the skin on Aldo\u2019s throat, close enough for a sound, clean shave.<\/p>\n
Ferris\u2019 eyes darted sideways, burning under the shadows of his face. Lou was still clutching his ribs, several of which seemed to be broken.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeave.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lou was frozen on the spot, staring at the knife as it pressed deeper against Aldo\u2019s throat. The skin puckered before a fine red droplet broke free onto the rim. Ferris returned his attention to Aldo.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell your buddy to go.\u201d<\/p>\n
Aldo let out the breath he\u2019d been holding, air wheezing through his bruised lungs. \u201cLou, go on.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a shuffle, hesitant, before Lou\u2019s footsteps thumped off in the opposite direction. Aldo was alone now, his limbs crushed beneath the force of the man above him. The light was blocked by Ferris\u2019 body, leaving the man\u2019s expression lost in darkness.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou picked a fine fucking time to settle your shit with me.\u201d Ferris was panting. A trail of blood had run from his nose along his upper lip, dripping spots onto Aldo\u2019s cheek. \u201cThis was so close to being a magical evening, Aldo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Past his back, Ferris could hear Alex \u2014 the panic in her breath, the scratch of her shoes as she shifted. There was nothing more he could do to Aldo \u2014 not here, and not now.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going to let you up,\u201d he said, inches from Aldo\u2019s ear. \u201cYou\u2019re going to tell her to have a nice night, and then you\u2019re going to walk away.\u201d<\/p>\n
His grip on the knife tightened, fingers creaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if I ever see you near her again, I\u2019ll bury this knife so deep in your body the coroner will never find it.\u201d Ferris swallowed, his breath raw in his throat. \u201cGot it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Aldo nodded, a faint gesture against the pressure of the blade.<\/p>\n
The shadow swept from Aldo\u2019s body as Ferris straightened himself. Aldo staggered, hands flat on the sidewalk, before managing to stand. He glanced up at Alex, who stared back at him with wide eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHave a\u2014 a nice night, Miss.\u201d<\/p>\n
She continued to stare, unmoving as they watched the man hobble past. His feet scraped over the pavement, leaving a shaky trail as he slipped out of the lamplight. It was only when the street was silent, when Ferris and Alex were the only souls left, that she spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cGod, are you okay?\u201d she asked, finally breaking out of her stupor to reach for him. Her fingers brushed his cheek, pulling back when he winced.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you\u2019re\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n
\u201cReally, Alex. I\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFerris.\u201d Her voice was weak. \u201cWe need to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n
He avoided eye contact, wiping his wrist over his bloodied upper lip. \u201cI don\u2019t think\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you\u2019re not getting out of this one.\u201d Her tone had changed drastically, shifting from concern to ire. \u201cWhat\u2014 what the fuck was that? Who were they? Who\u2019s Fish<\/i>?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGod dammit, Ferris. Stop. Stop lying to me!\u201d<\/p>\n
As Alex\u2019s voice rose, Ferris\u2019 softened. He spoke under his breath, eyes locked on the blood smeared over his hand. \u201cAlex, this isn\u2019t the time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen when is? It\u2019s never the time, is it? You must think I\u2019m an idiot. A huge fucking idiot!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t deal with this right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ferris\u2019 heart began to hammer below his sternum. There was no lying his way out of this. There was nothing he could say to salvage this, no excuse that could undo what she\u2019d seen.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay. Okay, fine. I\u2019ll take you home, and we can\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n
She tore her hand from his, giving him a glare. \u201cI can walk myself home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlex, I\u2014\u201c<\/p>\n
In an instant, he forgot what he\u2019d meant to say. He could only stare at her back as she left, her dress drifting past a blotch of red on the sidewalk.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Ferris\u2019 eyes fell to the knife in his hand. That was right \u2014 he was still holding it. He sniffed, once, attempting in vain to keep the blood from his lip. It was no use. It slipped down the corner of his mouth, following the curve of his chin before leaving one more drop on the collar of his shirt. It was there, again, the red on white.<\/p>\n
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