Blankets for curtains; pink with purple hearts. Hung up with nails. Christmas lights hanging on the corners of the ceiling. Some blink on in colors of red, orange, green, and blue. While others lie dead in mid-air. Never replaced. A silver lava lamp sits on the table. There’s a crack in the glass backdoor.

Are you going to roll the dice? she asks. Take a chance? they both laugh. I’ve been waiting on you to make a move all night long. Some boys are scared. Are you scared?

He looks at her and walks around the table to her. The young man places his hand on her blonde hair  and pulls it back, kisses her, and suddenly stops.

She looks up at him. Is that all you got? Hell. I didn’t even feel it. I want something real. Something I won’t forget, she says.

The boy grabs her by the face with both hands and draws her to his lips. Their hands begin to roam each other’s bodies. She stops and begins to giggle.

What’s funny? he asks. 

Reminds me of a movie. Some Clint Eastwood Western.

He never got the girl in a Western.

Did too. Paint Your Wagon.

That’s not a Western. That’s a musical. A very bad musical.

How so?

He can’t sing. Hell, Lee Marvin can sing better than Clint Eastwood and that ain’t saying much.

Kiss me again, she tells him.

Are you going to laugh at me?

I promise I won’t. 

They stand up. He begins to hum the love song, I Still See Elisa. They hold each other and kiss. Neither laughs. They just kiss.