Six of Hearts(15)
He holds out the deck to the girl. “Pick a card.”
“What?” she shouts over the music.
“Go on, pick a card, but make sure you don’t let me see it.”
The girl looks slightly confused. “Oh, okay.” She picks a card and looks at it. Jay hands her a Sharpie.
“I want you to write down the names of your favourite song, your favourite colour, and your favourite animal.”
She nods, thinking for a second before scribbling onto the card, then looks up. “What now?”
“Put it in your pocket.”
Sliding it into her tight hot pants, she giggles and asks, “Is this some kind of magic trick?”
Jay steps closer to her and grins. “I bet I can guess what card you’ve got.”
The girl beams. “No way. There’s no way you could know.”
He eyes her, like he’s thinking really hard about it. “Eight of diamonds.”
Her smile grows wide with triumph. “Nope.”
“Shoot! How about queen of hearts?”
“Wrong again. I think you should buy me a drink.”
Jay steps back and rubs either side of his forehead. “Nah, nah, wait. I can do this.” He pauses and looks up, then points at the screen behind them, now displaying a gigantic, flashing two of clubs.
“Hey…is that your card?”
“Oh, my God!” the girl squeals as she turns around.
The music playing stops midway through a song, switching over to “Single Ladies” by Beyoncé.
“No way!”
“What?” Jay asks.
“This is the song I wrote down!”
That’s her favourite song? Talk about crap taste.
“It is?”
“Yes! How did you know?”
“Lucky guess.” He grins. “But hold your horses. I still gotta figure out your favourite colour and animal.”
All of a sudden every light in the place turns purple, and the two of clubs vanishes from the big screen, being replaced with the outline of a turtle. The redhead stares in awe.
“Fuck,” she gasps.
“Did I guess right?” Jay asks. “Let me see your card so I can check.”
Slack-jawed, the girl reaches inside her pocket but comes up empty. Her brow furrows. “It’s gone.” She looks around as though checking to see if anyone could have gotten close enough to steal it.
“Wait a sec, what’s that?” says Jay, pointing in the direction of the screen again, a good fifteen feet away. The camera follows. It’s flashing trippy colours like before, but right in the centre it looks like there’s something stuck to it. The girl squints at the screen, shaking her head and laughing like she doesn’t believe it.
“Fuck off, that can’t be my card.”
“Go get it and see,” Jay replies, gesturing for her to go forward.
After hesitating for only a moment, the girl starts to walk through the club. She climbs onto the stage where the DJ’s booth is and goes to the screen, grabbing the card that’s been stuck to it. She stares down at it in her hand as she walks back, her mouth open in disbelief.
“It’s my card,” she says, lifting it up to the camera to show her writing. There in a list it reads: Beyoncé “Single Ladies,” purple, and turtle. “I’m freaking out right now,” she goes on, running her hand through her hair.
You can hear whoever’s holding the camera chuckling, and Jay turns to smile at them. He really does have a gorgeous smile. Jay goes to the girl and throws his arm around her shoulder. “Come on, let’s go get you that drink.”
The next clip is during the daytime, in a beer garden where there are a bunch of men and women wearing football jerseys watching a game. Jay stumbles through to a group of burly-looking men holding pints of beer. He’s unsteady on his feet and looks drunk off his face. Going to one of the men (the biggest and burliest of them all, by the way), he grabs the beer right out of his hand and brings it to his own mouth before downing the entire thing in one go.
The big guy looks at Jay like he can’t believe he just had the balls to do that. Then his expression turns angry.
“You fucking shithead, you just robbed my beer,” says the man, looking to his friends for support. “This fuck just took the beer right out of my hand.”
Seeming pleased with himself, Jay sets the empty glass primly down on a table just as one of the friends grabs his shoulder. “That’s not okay, dude.”
I was thirsty,” says Jay with a casual shrug, almost as though goading the man to hit him. No more than a second later he does, swinging his fist through the air, aiming straight for Jay’s face. Jay ducks and sidesteps out of the way before he’s hit. “Hey, no need to get violent. I have every intention of replacing it.”