We were tired and fucked up, me and Lorena and Gustavo and Jimbo, and Lorena and Gustavo were pervs who liked fucking in parking lots and watching people out through the camper windows so when we got there they told us to go buy them some shit and to take our time or at least wait for them to open the tail gate.
“You guys’re fucking stupid,” I said. “Oil and shit back there, it’s dirty.”
“It won’t show on this bitch’s greasy ass.”
And Lorena punched Gustavo in the back of the head and he laughed like a hyena. Her long peroxide hair was all messy and in her face because they’d been doing whatever in the back since we left the party. I could see it because the lights from all around the parking lot were shining into the truck and it was all orange and stringy.
I asked them what they wanted.
“Ey man, get me the McRib. That shit is back yo!”
“Me too,” added Lorena.
“You sure you don’t want a hot dog or something in case Tavo’s dick don’t work?”
“Hey, fuck you! Pinche baboso!” Lorena reached into the cab and tried to scratch Jimbo or something but he stumbled out onto the ground.
Lorena yelled, “They don’t have hot dogs at McDonalds, stupid!”
I got out and picked Jimbo up and we walked to McDonalds.
I was probably not walking straight but neither was Jimbo. He had his hands in his pockets and was already over the joke. He didn’t look right.
“We should’ve picked up them girls who came with Lalo,” he said, and I nodded.
“They wouldn’t leave without that puto. Next time we see them, though.”
“That one bitch, Marta. She was fucking fine.”
“Yea, she was.”
“You see them booty shorts she got on? Ay, mami chula.”
“Fuck yea, mano.”
“Them girls were down, man. Fucking down! It’s Tavo’s bitch that scared them off. I don’t even know why we brought them.”
“Come on, man. Come on.”
“That pendejo’s going to make Lorena his baby mama.”
“Probably,” I said. Everyone I knew was a baby daddy or a baby mama.
Jimbo tripped over the curb on the way to the door and smashed his face into the stucco wall so hard that his nose was bleeding. I took off my bandana and gave it to him.
“Oh shit, man. Your shit’s bleeding hard.”
“Fuck you, it don’t hurt.”
“You’re supposed to lean back. Here dude, sit your drunk ass down and lean back.”
“Nah man, this ain’t shit.”
“No man, you’re bleeding hard. You fucking wait here.”
“Shut your bitch ass up. I’m fucking hungry.”
“Hey fuck you! You want to walk in and leave blood all over? I don’t need no fucking 5-O getting called on us.”
Jimbo didn’t say anything then, and he just smacked his lips and crumpled to the ground so he could sit.
“Whatever.”
“I’ll get you some shit but you owe me. What do you want?”
Jimbo sat on the curb with his legs stretched out. His Dickeys were so big and loose that he was really sitting on his shorts and the pants were down on the asphalt.
“That McRib sounded fucking good, ey. Get me one of those.”
“Aight.”
I left Jimbo outside and wiped the sweat off my face. I stunk like hell, probably, but I didn’t really care and walked in. I was pulling my pants up as I walked past the tables where no one was sitting. The place was lit up bright. There were just a few people in line: some dude and hishaina, a fat old man. I got in line after them, coughing and sniffing while I waited. They took the fat man’s order right after I got in line and then the dude and his girl were up. She was hanging onto him and whispering in his ear so you know they were new. I was probably staring because she looked at me and whispered into the dude’s ear, then he looked back at me like he was going to start some shit. I looked at him like I was going to finish it, little bitch. He didn’t say anything and they just went and ordered and moved aside.
“Hi, what can I get you?”
The honey on the register. She was in a uniform and wearing one of those stupid visors but her face was like some kind of perfect. Her cheeks were round and pink even though her skin was light brown like that vanilla coffee the pussies drink at Starbucks. Her eyes were green, almost too green so maybe they were contacts, not that it mattered. Her lips were plump and like smooth chocolate, covered in gloss. I think I got to staring again because when they stopped moving she waved her hand in front of them.
“Sir?”
“Sorry, girl. You just so fine I got distracted.”
She didn’t seem down with that because she coughed and said, “Sir, I need your order.”
“You so beautiful, girl. You so beautiful. You want to hang sometime? Give me your digits?”
She backed up a bit and a guy walked up from behind her. It was probably the manager. His fat stomach was hanging over his belt and his face sagged. He had one of those thick chunt mustaches.
“We need to process orders. You going to order, sir?”
“There ain’t no one else here, man.”
“Doesn’t matter. Are you going to order or no?”
I looked at her and she was sort of hiding behind him. If she wasn’t interested then and I didn’t care.
“Yea man, whatever. Four McRibs and I want sodas, too.”
“What size?”
“Small, man.”
“How many?”
“I said four.”
“How many sodas?”
I stepped up and put up my fingers.
“One, two, three, four. Cuatro, compa. Okay?”
“Okay,” he said, and punched things into the register.
“Twenty dollars and thirteen cents.”
“Damn.” I dug around in my pocket and I had a balled up twenty that I dropped on the counter, but no change.
“Hey man, I don’t got change.”
“No dollar?”
I looked at him and shoved my hands in my pockets.
“No man, no more.” I looked at the girl, who was now by his side and waiting for the manager to complete the order. “Hey girl, you got thirteen cents I can have?”
“It’s okay,” said the manager. He took the twenty and gave me the receipt. “Thank you.”
I took it and balled it up, gave the girlie a sly smile and walked to the side. The fat man and the puto couple were still waiting. I leaned against a table and waited with them, looking out to Jimbo. He was still sitting with his head leaned back and the black bandana over his nose. There was music playing but it was some department store shit and it only made me sad. I got real sad. I mean, I wouldn’t tell anyone. I was just sort of like, fuck, look at this. I’m listening to this music. I’m standing with these people. Jimbo’s outside and he’ll probably need to get to the hospital. Gustavo and Lorena are fucking on a dirty carpet in the back of a truck, but at least they’re doing something.
I stood with those people and didn’t say anything. I didn’t even look at the counter girl. I just stood and waited as each order came up and not mine. I waited for the McRibs and sodas we’d be throwing up in a while, and outside I waited next to Jimbo for those two in the truck to come and get out of the truck so they could get their shit, and then we just waited for tomorrow.