Psymon walked out of the locker room and sighed, looking up at the night
sky overhead. He dug into his back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a
crumpled pack of Pall Malls and lit one up. He exhaled softly, and adjusted
his duffle bag on his shoulder. The problem with these towns around the
tracks was that they closed up early. There wasn't ever anything to do
after an event. Sure, the officials probably just wanted the boarders to go
on to bed, but Psymon was still too wired after coming in second place in
that evening's race.
"Psymon, you okay?" a voice called out. Psymon blinked and turned to see Brodi standing there, watching him. "You look lost, friend."
"I'm not your friend," Psymon gruffed, blowing smoke in Brodi's direction. "And don't try laying that Zen crap on me, either."
"No, man, just concerned," Brodi replied, waving the cigarette smoke away from his face. Psymon just shrugged and began walking off till the surfer caught his arm. Psymon looked at Brodi's hand and frowned.
"You're wanting to lose that hand, eh?" the Canadian asked. Brodi let go of Psymon's arm, murmuring an apology. Psymon just smirked. "You want something, Brodi, or are you just wasting my time?"
"I thought you might want to go to a bar with us. It's really the only place left open in this town," Brodi answered. "Might help you unwind a bit."
"Why would I go anywhere with you losers?" Psymon asked.
"Zoe's going," Brodi replied, shrugging. Psymon just glared.
"And what makes you think I care about her?" he asked.
"Oh, come on, Psy," the surfer said, rolling his eyes. "We've all heard you call her name on the course, even when she isn't in a race."
"I have respect for her, so what," Psymon answered, looking away and taking another drag off his cigarette. Brodi just sighed and shook his head.
"If it helps, Kaori isn't going," he said. Psymon looked at him.
"Eh? Why not?" he asked. "I thought she was into the whole buddy- buddy group-hug thing with you people."
"Yeah, usually she is, but she's not old enough to go. It's just us over-18 adults going," Brodi answered, smiling. Psymon flicked his cigarette on the ground and ground it out with the heel of his boot.
"Well, damn, count me in," he said, grinning like a wild man. "Where is it? I'll meet you there. I want to drop off my crap in my bus."
"Sure, friend," Brodi answered. "It's called Joe's Gone Wild. Kind of an offbeat place."
"Sound like fun,"Psymon said flatly and walked off, waving over his shoulder. "I'll see you there."
"Psymon, you okay?" a voice called out. Psymon blinked and turned to see Brodi standing there, watching him. "You look lost, friend."
"I'm not your friend," Psymon gruffed, blowing smoke in Brodi's direction. "And don't try laying that Zen crap on me, either."
"No, man, just concerned," Brodi replied, waving the cigarette smoke away from his face. Psymon just shrugged and began walking off till the surfer caught his arm. Psymon looked at Brodi's hand and frowned.
"You're wanting to lose that hand, eh?" the Canadian asked. Brodi let go of Psymon's arm, murmuring an apology. Psymon just smirked. "You want something, Brodi, or are you just wasting my time?"
"I thought you might want to go to a bar with us. It's really the only place left open in this town," Brodi answered. "Might help you unwind a bit."
"Why would I go anywhere with you losers?" Psymon asked.
"Zoe's going," Brodi replied, shrugging. Psymon just glared.
"And what makes you think I care about her?" he asked.
"Oh, come on, Psy," the surfer said, rolling his eyes. "We've all heard you call her name on the course, even when she isn't in a race."
"I have respect for her, so what," Psymon answered, looking away and taking another drag off his cigarette. Brodi just sighed and shook his head.
"If it helps, Kaori isn't going," he said. Psymon looked at him.
"Eh? Why not?" he asked. "I thought she was into the whole buddy- buddy group-hug thing with you people."
"Yeah, usually she is, but she's not old enough to go. It's just us over-18 adults going," Brodi answered, smiling. Psymon flicked his cigarette on the ground and ground it out with the heel of his boot.
"Well, damn, count me in," he said, grinning like a wild man. "Where is it? I'll meet you there. I want to drop off my crap in my bus."
"Sure, friend," Brodi answered. "It's called Joe's Gone Wild. Kind of an offbeat place."
"Sound like fun,"Psymon said flatly and walked off, waving over his shoulder. "I'll see you there."