“Say Cheese!”
Jack awkwardly crouched down to Nash’s height and flashed a pearly white smile towards the lens of Nadine’s camera. It clicked and flashed brightly, blinding him momentarily and he blinked frantically in an attempt to regain his sight.
“Another” cried Nash, slinging his arm around Jack’s shoulder and gesturing towards Nadine who was looking down at the camera in her hands in confusion. “One more babe, Jack, this time make a funny face, alright?” Jack obliged and crossed his eyes, and Nadine snapped another shot of he and Nash. Suspended in time; the two best friends that ever were, together for the last time.
It was early summer and everything was finally ready to go. Jack’s apartment had been sold that afternoon. The new guy was moving in the following week, and Jack had his keys ready to hand over once he left it for good. All of his clothes and valuables were stuffed into the trunk of his Cadillac ready for a cross country adventure. He was to leave for South Carolina early the following morning, and he had everything mapped out. It was a thirty four hour journey, crossing through Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, Oklahoma, Arkansas, Mississippi, Alabama, Georgia and finally South Carolina, which perhaps wasn’t the most scenic route in the world, but after becoming so accustomed to desert and scrub over the last couple of years, he figured corn and farmland might be a refreshing change.
Nash had insisted on holding a going-away-party for him on the eve of his departure, and thus the reason he found himself posing for his fortieth photograph in Nash’s kitchen, surrounded by friends and sort-of-friends and a load of chips and guacamole. Nash had even bought a “Bon Voyage!” Banner and hung it awkwardly above the patio doors which was a nice, albeit slightly embarrassing gesture. Jack had honestly hoped to slip out of Nevada under the cover of night unnoticed, failing that perhaps a small gathering of close friends, but whenever Nash was involved in something it had to be big, it had to be loud, and if it wasn’t tacky, well, it wasn’t a Nash event.
“Ayyy! More wine!” hollered Santorini, who had approached him from behind wielding a bottle of Australian shiraz. He tipsily topped up his already half full wine glass, and accidentally sloshed some of it onto the floorboards in the process. Nadine stared at the puddle of red wine at their feet with a pained expression that reminded him of how Steph’s face used to screw up when he wore navy shirts with black jeans. He wondered if Nadine ever looked back at her careless party girl days with longing, back when she was the one spilling shiraz on the floorboards, busting stereo speakers from blasting Don’t You Want Me too loudly and leaving marks on the countertops from dancing on them in heels, but if she was unhappy with her choices he didn’t feel sorry for her anymore.
The place was dotted with groups of friends and acquaintances, mainly people that Jack had sort-of-known during his time in Las Vegas. Toni Taurus and the Elevators were there, keeping to themselves in the corner of the kitchen, sipping morosely from their glasses of shiraz. Antoinio Rivera was there too with his big broken nose, clinging to Santorini all night and constantly looking around him in disbelief at Nash’s new house and life, confused and frightened by the lack of tequila and cocaine. Jack was almost tempted, in the spirit of his last night in Vegas to apologise for all the fights they’d had, but then again, it wasn’t like he was really all that sorry. Rivera’s face was one that was crying out to be punched, and it was one that he’d be happy to never see again.
Nash took a knife from the counter and tapped it against the side of his wine glass “Hey! Everyone!” he yelled “Pipe down; I’ve got something to say!” the buzz and chatter in the room died own quickly and he glanced confidently at all the faces in his kitchen. “Welcome, guys and gals, well, this is a bit of an emotional night for us all, I think. It was only a couple of weeks ago that our good pal here, Jack Valentine told me that he was leaving Vegas. He told me halfway through a rollercoaster ride, because, you know; I guess he likes a dramatic delivery.” A titter passed around the room, and Jack cringed, feeling like there was a bright white spotlight focused right on him. “I remember thinking that goodbye was going to be hard” Nash went on. “Jack? Not in Vegas anymore? I can’t even imagine that, I thought. And I was right, because standing here today I can’t believe that our time’s run out already, and even if you know that a farewell like this is coming, you’re never prepared for how it really feels.
“I met Jack almost three years ago in the Flamin’ Flamingo, which many of you know it’s the grimiest venue in the whole of Nevada, he was a weedy little dude back then with a sort of half mullet, wearing a faded out Duran Duran T-shirt and a beat up leather jacket, but boy, let me tell you, this weedy little dude could sing. Yaknow, since then he and I have been through a lot, he’s been there through the best and worst moments of my life and I’m honest when I say that to me, Jack Valentine is Vegas. He is the epitome of Sin City, and nothing’s going to be the same without him. Poker nights will never be the same, the Superbowl will never be the same, I’ll never do body shots of tequila off strippers in the Shark Club again without thinking about Jack…” He glanced over his shoulder at Nadine whose eyebrow had almost disappeared into her hairline. “…Not that I was gonna do that stuff anyway babe.
“ Nah, seriously, when he’s in South Carolina we’re going to be separated by over two thousand miles, but I hope that’s he’s going to take a little bit of Vegas with him and that he won’t forget all of us here who came out tonight to say goodbye. Besides, we’ve got your address now, and goddamn it we won’t let you forget us!” He raised his glass in the air. “So this is it, a toast to Jack Valentine on his last night is Las Vegas, I think I speak for every person in this room when I say we’re going to miss you like crazy, but I just want to say how thankful I am to have known someone that makes saying goodbye so hard. To Jack!” everyone in the room followed suit and raised their wine glasses. “To Jack!” and Jack bowed his head in gratitude. He felt suddenly emotional about leaving, a feeling that hadn’t really struck him before, but endings were always hard, weren’t they? He knew that Carolina would bring so much more happiness to his life once he reached it.
He looked up from his feet and saw Nash and Nadine together by the counters speaking softly and seriously and if Jack hadn’t known any better he would have sworn he saw tears in his friend’s eyes. But that was impossible, Nash Buckley didn’t cry; he probably just had allergies. Nadine caught his eye from across the room and smiled slightly, her gaze lingering on his as though she was trying to communicate something to him, and he got it. They were both glad that he was leaving, because they knew in the long run it would be better for Nash; fewer complications, less bad feelings and guilt. It was finally going to be okay.
Jack walked home at one AM, passing through Las Vegas Boulevard which was in full swing with buzzers and bells and lights and flashing neon everywhere the eye could see. He dodged crowds on the sidewalks, his shoes crunching on shards of broken glass and was hollered at by a trio of drag queens smoking outside a nightclub. The nights were still cool in May, cool enough that he shivered and crossed his arms over his chest, wishing that he’d anticipated the cold, but when he’d walked to Nash’s earlier it had been far too hot to bring a sweater. The streets smelled like dry ice and fast food laced with cigarette smoke that invaded his senses and reminded him that he was desperate for a nicotine fix. He drew his Marlboro reds from his back pocket hastily and his lighter came tumbling out with them, falling onto the pavement behind him and smashing to smithereens with a miniature explosion. He swore under his breath but kept walking.
He turned onto East Flamingo Avenue and zipped up an elevator above the street that brought him to the entrance of a beach club that he’d never been allowed to enter. Every time he’d reached the top of the line the bouncers had always helpfully informed him that unless he was “A hot girl or River Fucking Phoenix” then he wasn’t getting near the place, which was like, totally fine, it was probably a lame club anyway… He could hear the booming metallic music from the street, but there wasn’t much activity going on outside, apart from two bouncers standing gruffly by the entrance, but just as he walked by them, a girl tottered out of the club in heels that were too high for her to balance in. She stumbled out onto the sidewalk, knees knocking together like a fawn trying to walk for the first time while trying to place a cigarette between her lips. One of the bouncers brought his huge meaty hand down on her shoulder. “If you leave the club you can’t get back in” he barked.
“Can’t I have a stamp?” The girl whimpered, her cigarette bobbing up and down in her mouth as she held out the back of her hand for him.
“No stamps. Either get back inside or forget about it”
“I just need some air, it’s hot in there!” her shoe wobbled beneath her and she lurched to one side. Jack had the instinctive urge to try and help her to stand up properly. She made another slightly pathetic drunken sound and held up five fingers to the bouncer “Five minutes”
“No”
“Pal… listen… buddy five-”
“No”
“Five minutes, I just want to smoke this cigarette. Five minutes”
“Forget it toots.”
“Ugh. Screw you” The girl said and she stumbled awkwardly towards the railings that overlooked the busy street below. She produced a lighter and lit up her cigarette, leaning over the side above the traffic, her long, glossy blonde hair hanging like a sheet while the bouncers muttered to each other behind her. Jack approached her gingerly.
“Hey, excuse me” he said in the most non-threatening way he could. “I really don’t mean to be an asshole here, but to you think I could borrow your lighter for a second? I smashed mine on South Boulevard and I need a smoke.”
“Huh? Oh, yeah sure.” She tucked her hair behind her ear and handed it to him, allowing him to see her face for the first time and as he saw her he had a sudden jolt of recognition. He knew this girl.
“Violet?”
Her face suddenly dropped. “Uh… um… yes.” She turned her face away from him and stared back down at the cars below.
“I’m Jack, remember?” he prompted “From the casino? On your birthday?”
“Uh… Yes.” She was either extremely drunk or extremely tired, but he guessed that it was probably a combination of both, but she was still wobbling on her feet, even as she held onto the railings.
“Are you okay? You just got kicked out of that club.” he finally brought a cigarette to his lips and inhaled it along with the cold night air and shuddered.
“I’m okay” she sighed. “I’ll walk home. I can walk.” She hauled herself off the railings and began to totter across the pavement, but only made a couple of steps before one of her ankles took a turn. Jack dashed to help her before she fell. “You’re not okay” he informed her.
“I’m not that drunk” she slurred “These shoes… they’re not mine, they’re Caroline’s and her feet are bigger…”
“Yeah, alright but either way you can’t walk home in them. It’s one AM anyway, it’s dangerous to walk at night.”
“I’ll take off the shoes” she kicked them off and gave them to Jack, who stared down at the seven inch platforms with heels like a weapon in his hands. “These things could do some damage” he commented.
“Yeah, to my goddamned feet” She began to walk barefoot towards the stairs.
“Violet. Stop, I don’t know where you live, but you can’t walk all the way there like this.”
She made an incredulous sound. “Can’t walk in the shoes, can’t walk without ‘em!”
“Let me hail you a taxi”
“I can’t pay for a taxi”
Jack balked. Neither could he. “Okay, okay wait.” He chased her. “You can walk home, alright? You can walk home, but you’ve got to try to sober up first.”
I can’t walk home with you”
“Who said anything about walking home with me? I just want to get you some food or coffee or something, alright? Then I’ll leave you alone.”
“And I’ll never see you again”
Jack smiled “Right. You’ll never have to see me again. Pinky swear.” She stared at him suspiciously for a long moment, making him wonder what exactly he’d done to make this girl so wary of him, but then nodded once. “Okay we can go get some food. If you can find somewhere that’s still open.”
“No sweat” said Jack “I know a place that’s open all night.”
~.~.~.~.~
The 909 Steakhouse was a little bit out of the city. It was a small diner-style place with a flat roof that was probably a gas station once upon a time, sitting on the roadside against a backdrop of cacti and scrub, it’s tarmacadam parking lot cracked from the sun with weeds forcing their way through the gaps. The moon was big and full in the inky sky above Jack and Violet’s heads as they moved towards the diner door. The red neon burger sign fixed to the wall shone brightly on Violet’s face and hair, lighting her up like pop-art, while the orange street lights drained all other colour from the scene around them as though they’d stepped through Jack’s television set into a black and white film.
Jack had never been inside the Steakhouse; the greasy breakfast food thing wasn’t really his style, but he knew that Nash had haunted the joint a lot a couple of years earlier while he’d been seeing two or three of the waitresses, so he knew it stayed open until at least two AM on Friday nights. A tin bell above the door jangled as he pushed it open and stepped inside. There was just one wiped-out looking woman behind the counter who was forlornly drawing shapes in a pile of spilled salt with her finger. The clock behind her tall blonde hairdo read 1:15 AM, and it ticked loudly against the rhythm of an old Johnny Cash song playing from a radio in the corner, and one other guest sat in a far booth slowly sipping on a cup of coffee.
Violet came wobbling over the threshold behind him but immediately recoiled when her eyes adjusted to the lights and she realised where she was. “No” She hissed, turning back towards the door to leave “No, no, nope.” Jack gently placed a hand on her shoulder “You okay?”
“No, I don’t want to stay here.”
Jack looked back around at the practically empty steakhouse with confusion. “Why not?”
“I don’t like this place.”
“Violet… come on. Just get something to eat real quick and you’ll be sober enough to go home.” He was beginning to become convinced that she was a little unhinged.
Her face was tense and anxious, and as always she was going out of her way to avoid making eye contact with him. Her breath smelled so strongly of alcohol that he had to lean away from her a little as he spoke to her. He held up both hands to her “Ten minutes. We’ll just stay for ten minutes and then you can leave, okay?”
“Okay” she said hurriedly and then dipped her head, letting her long blonde hair fall over her face and she scuttled to a booth in the far corner. Jack strode after her and slid into the seat opposite her. She kept her face turned towards the window, staring out at the parked trucks and gas pumps as though she was watching primetime television. Jack shrugged to himself and nonchalantly took one of the menus from the table. He skimmed down the long list of greasy diner foods, trying to find the item with the highest carb content to take the away the edge of the liqueur Violet had consumed. He began to realise how hungry he was himself, it had been almost twelve hours since he’d eaten.
The waitress from behind the counter shimmied over to their table with a notepad. “Good evenin’ angel what can I get ya?” She had a strong southern twang.
“I’ll get the greasiest thing you’ve got” he said and glanced into his wallet “and the cheapest”
“That’ll be the bacon.”
“Can I get that with something carb-y? You know like-”
“Bacon with a side of hash browns.”
“Right.”
“And for your girl?”
“That’s for her, I’m good.”
“You sure sweetheart? Coffee or somethin’? We do sweet tea.”
“No coffee thanks, bacon and hash browns is just fine.”
“Okay” She smiled and tucked her pencil behind her ear, and Jack noticed her glancing quizzically at Violet, still staring out the window, before she turned away from their table. His stomach rumbled angrily into the silence after the waitress had gone, causing Violet to look over at him blearily. “You hungry?” she asked him and he shook his head “No, I’m good”
“Your stomach was growling just now”
“I know, but I’ll be fine, I just want you to eat something first. I’ll get something later”
“Why don’t you get something when we’re here?”
“I… well, I’ve only got five dollars.”
She looked at him, big brown eyes wide and watery with realisation. “And you’re using it to buy food for me?”
He shrugged, trying to play his embarrassment off as indifference.
“You don’t even know me”
“I don’t want you to get into some kind of trouble if you walk home drunk late at night, that’s all.”
There was a lengthy pause in which neither of them said a thing, and then she quietly thanked him and stared back out the window. Jack looked at her with a slight frown between his brows. Her huge brown eyes, her long spiky lashes, her upturned nose that slanted like a ski slope, she reminded him of someone he’d met somewhere, and he was irritated by the fact that he couldn’t quite place her.
“Here we go, bacon and hash browns!” The waitress had returned wielding a steaming hot plate of slightly wilted food in which she placed down on the table in front of Violet.
“Thank you ma’am” Jack said “That was fast.”
“Yeah well, we just have that stuff waitin’ out the back, just got to heat it up!” She placed a well-manicured hand on the table in front of him. “Say, you mind if I ask you somethin’?”
“Go ahead.”
“Any chance you come from the south?”
“Yeah I come from South Carolina.”
“Ah, see I thought that when I was talkin’ to you, thought I recognised that accent. My family come from Georgia I just thought you sounded a little like you were from Georgia too.”
“Yeah, well close enough” he grinned politely. Meanwhile Violet picked up a piece of hard sizzled bacon and took a noisy bite from it.
“It was a little hard to figure out you know? Because you ain’t got the real accent, the way you say ‘coffee’ is like you’re from New York, sort of.”
“My dad comes from Boston; I guess maybe I talk like he does sometimes.”
“I think I’ve got a cousin or two in South Carolina” She barrelled on “Maybe you’ve heard of them? Tripp and Buddy Tucker.”
“Carolina’s a pretty big place, there’s a lot of Tuckers.”
“Everyone knows Tripp and Buddy! Hey, if you ever see them tell them that you know Candy! That’s my name by the way, Candy Tucker.”
“You know, I’m going there tomorrow, so if I see them I’ll definitely tell them I met Candy Tucker.”
She smiled brightly, oblivious to his slight sarcasm and started to turn away but something about Violet caught her attention and she stopped, cocking her head to one side. “Hey, I know you!” she said, startling Violet so much that the rubbery bacon slipped from her fingers. “You used to work here, right?”
Violet was shaking her head anxiously.
Yeah! Weren’t you my replacement when I was on maternity leave? I remember because Mary-Sue told me all about you afterwards. Summer of eighty-nine!” Jack stared at Violet questioningly, cogs in his head beginning to turn, pieces starting to fit together.
“You know Caroline has this photo of you guys in her staffroom locker? It’s so cute, I don’t know when it is but you guys are all curled up on this sofa with cocktails in your hands, you know you look so different when your hair is brown, but it’s real nice blonde too!”
Violet looked as though she was about to cry when she caught Jack’s eye across the table. He didn’t know what he was feeling, but it was like all the fizz in a soda can bubbling its way from his feet all the way up to his head as he began to connect up names and faces and events and places, and he wondered how he’d missed it before. He could see Violet looking desperately towards the exit but Candy had unintentionally blocked the end of the booth with her body, and she went on obliviously with her speech. “You know, I’ve heard your name a hundred times, doll, but I just can’t call it to my mind… Oh, what is it, I’m so sorry! I want to say Julia… is it Julia? Julie?”
“Nope,” Said Jack “It’s Jolene.”
~.~.~.~.~
The only sounds were the clock and the radio in the moments after Candy left their table, and Jack stared across at Jolene Jones and she stared back, suddenly seeming sober with big fat tears gathering slowly in her eyes threatening to spill down her cheeks. She reached up and wiped them away with the back of her hand and sniffed loudly. “This is why I didn’t want to come here.” She said thickly. Jack snatched a napkin from one of the holders and offered it to her sharply. She looked at it as though she distrusted it, but then gingerly plucked it from his hand and wiped her nose. Jack felt so stupid; how had he not known? How could he forget the girl who had stolen two thousand dollars from him in the Flamin Flamingo dressing room?
“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to say to you.” He admitted, and from the moment he spoke to her she burst into a fit of full on tears, her body wracked with sobs, wailing into the two-ply napkin he’d given her while he sat upright and uncomfortable on the other side of the table.
“I’m sorry I told a lie.” She coughed “I hate that I’ve turned into such a damn liar.” Jack pulled more napkins from the holder and awkwardly placed them next to her plate. “It’s okay, no need to cry about it.”
“Just one lie turned into another and then I couldn’t stop… Oh God! I’m sorry for everything!” She grabbed a handful of napkins and loudly blew her nose. Jack glanced around the diner self-consciously, wondering if anyone else was catching this over-the-top emotional outburst and was willing to save him from it.
“Everything’s been so hard since I got here…”
“Listen, honey, it’s alright it was a long time ago.”
“oh GOD.” She broke down into a fresh fit of tears “You want that money back don’t you?”
He hesitated. “Well, yeah. You took a lot of goddamned money from me.” He suddenly moved past his discomfort and began to feel annoyed, who did this girl think she was anyway? “You know that money was all I had that month, I took it out of the bank to pay my rent and the next thing it was gone. I barely ate for a whole month trying to scrape that money together again, just so I wouldn’t lose my apartment, I had to take on an extra shift in a factory working nights to earn extra cash, all because you saw some damn money and had to take it.”
“I needed it” She sniffed “You don’t understand how badly I needed it too.”
“Maybe you could have done some work and earned it like every other functioning member of society, huh? Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to steal?”
“You don’t know nothing about my momma.”
“Alright, alright I’m sorry, I don’t know your momma.”
“I’ll give the money back” she said to his utter amazement, and he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “What do you mean? How? You couldn’t pay for a taxi ride home! I just spend my last five dollars on some food for you, food that you didn’t even eat.”
“I’m sorry, you can have it” she said, and slid the plate towards him. He pushed it away with annoyance. “Forget it, I don’t want it.”
Jolene sighed and wiped her hands over her damp cheeks “I’ll give the money back, I promise. It’s just gonna take a little while because I haven’t got a whole lot at this moment.”
“I could just bring you with me to the police station right now.” He threatened, but instantly regretted it when her face screwed up again and fresh tears began to pour down her face.
“Jeez, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that…”
“I can get it to you, I promise, I just need some time. Have you got time?”
He sighed reluctantly “Yeah I got time.”
She nodded and continued to brush away her tears, slowly beginning to calm. She took another bite from her half eaten piece of bacon which was likely cold. “I heard you say you’re going to South Carolina tomorrow.” She said while giving her nose one last wipe with the heel of her hand.
“Today technically.” He replied. “In about eight hours-time.”
“Are you driving there?”
“Yes I am.”
“Huh.” She picked up a hash brown, bit off two thirds of it in one go and continued to speak with a full mouth. “Do you think I could ask you to do something crazy?”
“I’m not really in the mood to do any favours for you right now.”
“Just hear me out.”
“Alright.”
“I’ve been trying to get to Arkansas for a little while now, but I haven’t got enough money to get there.”
“Uh huh…?”
“And I was wondering, you know, since you’re going that way maybe you would drop me somewhere in Arkansas.”
“What the hell is in Arkansas?”
“Nothing that’s any of your business.”
“Hmm. Well, no. I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Are you kidding me right now?”
“Listen!” she said desperately, her eyes wild. “It would mean so much, you’d be doing me the biggest favour anyone’s ever done for me.”
“Okay” he said sarcastically “So I’ll drive you, someone I don’t know and who owes me two thousand dollars, all the way to Arkansas just for a favour.”
“I’ll pay you back for all the gas” she said to his amazement. “When I give you back your money I’ll include gas money.”
“Are you seriou-”
“And an extra five hundred. I swear. An extra five hundred dollars. I’m not playing around.”
He stared at her incredulously for a moment or two, but her face was open, genuine, desperate. For some reason she was really itching to get to Arkansas, and for a second he almost felt like giving in.
“Okay, seven hundred.” She barrelled on. “Two thousand plus gas plus seven hundred, that’s what It’ll pay you to drive me to Arkansas.”
“I…”
“You were going that way anyway!”
“Two thousand seven hundred dollars plus gas and the motel rooms for when we need to stop off.”
“Deal.”
How do I know I can trust you.”
“I’ll tell you where I am in Arkansas, I swear. I’ll give you a phone number and you just tell me where to send the cash.”
“Okay” he said with a shrug, hardly able to believe what he was agreeing to. “Then I’ll meet you back here at nine thirty.”