When Dimple Met Rishi(48)

       
         
       
        

"Oh, come on. You can't even see them from here. Besides, look at this place. This is a real college experience." Dimple grabbed his wrist and pulled him across the street. Her eyes, Rishi saw, were glued to the bowling pins.

On the tiny front porch was a cooler filled with drinks, both adult and not. Dimple grabbed two Cokes, and handed one to Rishi.

"Was that beer in there?" he asked, shaking his head, as she shut the top.

Dimple gave him a look. "Yeah, some people here are twenty-one." Seeing his unconvinced expression, she added, "You know, one beer won't land a person homeless on the streets."

Rishi popped open his Coke and followed her into the house. "Ha-ha. You know, I watched this documentary one time . . ."




Dimple walked in and peeked around the corner while Rishi talked at length about how addiction could wrap itself around you like a python and squeeze you dry if you weren't watching out for it. There was a small kitchen, she saw, and people were bustling around, getting things ready for the party. A tall boy poured lemonade out of a carton into tiny plastic glasses on a tray. A girl with multiple piercings in her lips and ears and nose put a fresh batch of brownies into the oven.

Dimple smiled to herself, an evil thought taking root as the boy brought out the tray of lemonade and set it down on a table near where she and Rishi were standing. Glancing at Rishi, she confirmed what she suspected: He hadn't seen any of this. He was still talking about the documentary and how heroin was the new drug of choice for suburban kids.

Her smile widening, Dimple reached out for the tray full of pink drinks and downed one quickly.





CHAPTER 25




"You don't even know what was in that!" Rishi said, trying not to let his voice reach the crescendo it wanted to. Was she crazy ? He'd never drink anything that he hadn't made himself or at least seen someone pour. She didn't even know these people!

Turning around, Dimple put her hands on his elbows and leaned in so he could hear her over the thumping music. It was dark inside, with just a few black lights and glow sticks strung up around the place, and Rishi found his heartbeat quickening just a bit. "Relax," she yelled. "It was just pink lemonade, I promise." Then, grinning, she picked up another pink lemonade and drank it. "I'm going to keep doing that until you drink something too. Loosen up!"

A throng of people came by hooting and hollering as they rushed outside to bowl. There were only three drinks left, and, raising her eyebrows, Dimple reached for another.

"Okay, okay," Rishi said. He grabbed one of the little plastic cups and downed one. It was tart and sweet and slid easily down his throat. To be honest, it really didn't taste like anything more sinister than strawberry lemonade. Maybe this party wasn't as completely out of control as he'd thought. "There," he said. "Happy?" 

Dimple grinned. "It's a start. Come on, let's see what they're doing." She pointed to a bunch of people who were clustered around a redheaded boy and a girl in braids who sat on the couch across from each other, sketch pads poised on their laps.

Rishi followed Dimple as she pushed through the crowd, slipping easily between people who were much taller and bigger than her. Rishi followed with a few "excuse mes" and "pardons."

"Okay, another one!" a tall boy who was clearly playing the role of MC said, looking out at the small crowd. The boy and girl on the couch switched to blank sheets on their pads.

"What's going on?" Rishi asked a tall, thin guy standing next to him, and Dimple leaned in to listen.

"They're having a sketch-off," the guy said, grinning. "People in the crowd call out suggestions of crazy things for them to draw, and then they do it."

"Miley Cyrus and Darth Vader's child!" someone in the crowd called out, and someone else added, "With Gothic flair!" Everyone laughed and hooted their approval.




Both the sketchers put in a valiant effort. It was hard to see in the dim black light and whatever outside light filtered in through the windows, but on the pad of the guy nearest her Dimple could make out a hilarious rendition of Darth Vader's helmet atop a sexy woman riding a giant ball. In an attempt to make it Gothic, the guy was drawing spires along the top of the page.

"You should do that next," Dimple said.

"What?" Rishi looked at her in alarm, his thick eyebrows almost disappearing into his floppy hair. She had a sudden urge to giggle. So she did.

"I think you should compete next," Dimple explained. She pointed to the two artists.