Cocktail parties are just plain boring. She thinks this to herself
as she bats blue eyes and offers her simpering smile to tall strangers
with gleaming watches and crisp bow-ties. Boring, and they smell like
the old woman perfume that wafts from Dolores Ebony as she fills her
fourth cup of spiked punch and titters to her date that she isn't a day
over forty. Somewhere around the room her own date is awkwardly
tripping over his shoes as he rushes to introduce himself to the high
profile account executive who just arrived. Sighing she stirs the
maraschino cherries at the bottom of her cup and wonders if it would be
impolite to pick them out by their long stems.
"You
look bored." A startled glance up reveals a pair of brown eyes standing
in front of her, one brow arched in a knowing smirk.
"I'm sorry,
excuse me- was I in your way?" She's realizing that perhaps she's had a
glass too much of the punch herself, because now the room seems too
warm and she can feel a blush spread across her cheeks.
"Well if
you were I'm glad- come on and smile, I'm only teasing." Across the
room the band swings into action again, and couples all around begin to
make their way to the temporary black and white dance floor. The young
man is still smiling at her. "You have a date tonight?" She looks
around, half shrugging;
"He's around here, somewhere...."
"Well, how about a walk outside?" He's suddenly shy and glances down before she replies.
"Sure, I mean I would love to get out of here for a few minutes, but I don't know where we would go..."
"Oh,
don't worry. I know a place." The gleam is back in his eye and before
she can think twice he is off weaving through the room and disappearing
out the patio door.
The cool air is calming and she
can feel the heat vanishing from her cheeks. The back porch has a few
party goers that all share the same tired look on their faces that she
is sure was mirrored on her own minutes before. He is standing against
the porch railing and she moves to stand beside him; he smells clean
and faintly of musk.
"The stars are beautiful tonight." He doesn't look at her when he speaks; she watches him watch the sky, fascinated.
"They're pretty, I've always loved imagining what they're really like."
"I
think they're powerful, there are whole worlds, civilizations out there
that we have never discovered. Out in space... I would love to see
everything from out there sometime."
"You mean like the earth?"
"Sure,
yeah the earth but everything else too-we have such a finite perception
of the world. We only know what we can see, touch-everything else is
pure guesswork. What are you standing on?" He turns to look at her and
his eyes are burning, she looks around for an answer, cheeks flaming to
life again."
"The porch, I suppose."
"Yes but under that?"
"The ground."
"And what's under the ground?"
"The earth's core, I suppose. Molten lava and all that."
"Are you sure?"
"Well, of course. All the science says so."
"Yes, but how do you know it's there?" She pauses, meeting his gaze, captivated and a little frightened by his passion.
"I suppose I don't."
"Exactly." Silence falls again, and when he breaks it his tone is softer and more reverant.
"Old
stories from all over the world talk about giants roaming the earth.
Today we suppose this is just a per-historic exaggeration but how do we
know it's not true? What if there is a whole world beneath our feet,
giants and all sorts of things we thought were just fairytale." They're
standing close now, and without even realizing it had happened she
realizes his arm is around hers and they're staring skyward together.
Abruptly he turns and takes her hand,
"Wanna go on an adventure?" For a moment she pauses, thinking about the poor bumbling fool inside by the punch bowl.
"Of course."
Her
heels clutched in her arm she follows him around the vast expanse of
lawn to the front of the house, ducking past lit windows and around
neatly trimmed hedges. At the front of the house he stops in beside the
picture windows. Through the half drawn blinds she can see the band
and bits of people dancing and talking, but he isn't looking through
through the glass.
"Ready?"
"For what?" His brow is arched
again and he simply points up; leaning her neck back she can see a roof
three and a half stories above.
"How are we getting up there?"
He smirks and points at an old trellis winding it's way past the windows
and up into the darkness.
"We climb."
The wood
is old but sturdy, after the first ten feet she learned her lesson about
looking down. At the second story the trellis ends, but the roof
flattens out above be the raised ceiling of sitting room. He looks at
her, offering his hand to steady as she climbs over the lip of the roof
to sit beside him.
"You want to stop here? I didn't even ask if you were afraid of heights."
"I've never had the chance to find out, but lets keep going."
"You
sure?" His are burning with passion again, but this time they burn
into hers. She nods and the grin spreads from his eyes to his lips as
he jumps up and leads her away from the edge. There is an old wrought
iron fire ladder in the shadows; rung over rung, hand over hand they
climb-her bare toes gripping the cold metal. Finally his foot
disappears above her and strong arms reach down to pull her up the last
couple of rungs. The air seems cooler up here, and the wind whips
around them and without knowing how she got there she is bundled in
beneath his arm. Spreading his jacket before them, he stretches out and
looks expectantly at her. Thirty seconds later she is in his arms and
they both stare skyward, his fingers weaving themselves into her hair.
"This is perfect." The words escape her in a sigh, and he brushes her lips with his fingertips.
"Shhh."
The night whispers around them and she closes her eyes, safe in the knowledge that nothing is for certain.
