silverlaker

3 months & 3 weeks ago:

Ian set his keys in the dish. A Rose Bowl swap meet find of the week. He always left the decorating to Bianca. She seemed to know what she was doing. Or at leastoh, hell, his phone was ringing.

-Hello?

Ian is whispering now.

-Yes. I just got home. Yes, she's here.

Bianca's footsteps near.
Ian's neck muscles tense. His voice booms w/ inauthenticity.

- I'll have to get back to you on that, Bob.

He chuckles.

- Yup. Bye.

Ian flips the phone closed. He smoothes his hair back. Bianca pokes her head around the corner.

- Are you leaving before you've arrived?
- No, no, honeyand they can't make me.

Ian smiles. The whitening strips have been very effective.

- Good, cause dinner is ready. Plus we have to plan for the party.

Ian is smirking now. This time it's genuine.

- All right, The Party.

Ian pulled Bianca close. She smelled like fresh fruit in her Juicy terry track suit. He felt her against him, but she wasn't there. Hadn't been for a long time. Ian knew what really mattered though; their cushy lifestyle, their sexual freedom. Keep everything looking good. Ian and Bianca didn't really talk. Come to think of it, he's not sure if they ever did. But she was easy to live with and never asked where he'd been. Plus she was hot and she cooked. Ian had no complaints.