The Cupid Club

“Three minutes on the clock. Go!”
The whistle blew, reverberating off of the many candle-lit tables within the posh restaurant. I turned to her, and smiled from ear to ear, glancing down at her nametag: Chelsea. Did she think I was staring at her breasts? Okay, maybe I was but I was just trying to get her name. Chelsea…got it.
She does have nice breasts, though.
I looked up at Chelsea. Maybe I do believe in love at first sight.
“Hi.”
“Hello,” she said, tugging her hair behind her ear. She was rather cute. They say that with attractive women, it’s best to be confident. And to have a joke in your back pocket. They like funny guys; I know because my old dorm buddy used to get laid every night, and he was a confident, funny guy. He told me all about women.
Now, how’d that joke go?
“It’s nice to meet you, Chelsea.”
“It’s good to meet you, too, uh- “ she looked down at my nametag, “Justin.” I smiled when she locked eyes with me again.
“Y’know, I can’t help but think you look a lot like my pillow,” I grinned, remembering the joke. I think.
“Why’s that?”
“Because you look so soft, and warm, and would look great on my bed.”
She gave me an awkward smile, shooting a hot breath out of her nose. I don’t think she got the joke.
“I take it you don’t do this often?” she said.
“Well…no. I don’t. You?”
She shook her head quietly. I started twiddling my thumbs, waiting for her to say something. Is she going to say something? At a second glance, I don’t think I did love her at first sight, anyways.
The whistle blew.
“I’m a go-with-the-flow kinda girl, y’know? I mean, I’m a Scorpio after all, I should be. Anyways, I love children…I want four actually…I’ve got the names picked out and everything. Oh, and dogs. Maybe two or three dogs. Do you have any pets?”
I snapped out of my daze, catching the woman’s soft blue eyes. Donnie was right…the prettiest ones are the most work.
“Uh, I used to have some hermit crabs. They died, though.”
“Oh,” she said, “my niece has hermit crabs,” she nodded. I nodded.
The whistle blew.
“Well, what do you do for work?”
“I, uh- “ I took a swig of water down, clearing my throat, “I’m a cook.”
“Oh, like a chef?”
“Something like that.”
“Wow. It’s hard to meet a man who cooks,” she grinned, “I’m just a teacher. Kindergarten. I love kids.”
“Oh, what school?”
“Duke Elementary.”
“Oh, okay. I work at Hanniger High.”
“As a chef?” she teased.
“Cafeteria, yeah.”
The whistle blew.
I grabbed my bag. Love sucks. As I was about to stand up and leave, a woman sat down in front of me. My heart hiccupped for a split second at what was the most striking woman I had ever laid eyes on.
Okay, I still believe in love at first sight, after all.
“Hi there,” she started. I glanced down at her name: Jasmine.
“Hey,” I said, talking smooth, trying not to look at her breasts, though she didn’t seem to mind.
“How’s uh, this going for you?” she said.
“To be honest…this sucks. I’m never doing speed dating again.”
“Same,” she nodded, “I don’t like fancy restaurants, either” she said as she pointed to the elegant décor of the place and rolled her eyes. “Y’know…I wouldn’t have to do this again if you’d take me on an actual date,” she winked. I swallowed.
“Well, what did you have in mind?”
“I dunno. Coffee?”
“I don’t drink coffee,” I shrugged. She rolled her eyes again.
“I’m helping you out here,” she squinted at my nametag, “-Justin. You should make a move.”
“I should?”
She nodded urgently at me.
“Okay, then, how’s…coffee tomorrow sound?”
“Fine,” she smiled with her voice, “Should I just drink coffee anytime tomorrow or…?”
“Uh,” I stuttered, choking back some spit, “how’s nine sound?”
“Where at?”
“I don’t know. I don’t drink coffee.”
She reached into her purse with a smile and pulled out a stick of gum, popping the strip into her mouth, and penning something down on the wrapper.
“Here’s the address for the coffee place. You’ll find my number underneath it.”
I smiled contently, puckering my lips. Should I kiss her now or…what? Maybe I should, she’s been so nice, after all.
I extended my hand. Great.
“It was…great meeting you.”
“Same,” she nodded, tossing her pen into her purse, and standing to her heels, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Justin.” With a flip of her hair, she strode away from the table.
I did it. I had a date.
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The bathroom was about as expectedly nice as the rest of the place. It spelled like rich-people soap and whatever kind of deodorant they shoved in that little basket by the sink. I really needed to unload my bladder from all the water I had nervously drunk, and maybe a dash of free cologne wouldn’t hurt considering my pores had flushed out all the stuff I used this morning. And I did use a lot of it.
There were one of those bathroom-attendant guys sitting on a stool next to the sink, armed with enough cremes and elixirs to freshen up an entire island nation. I always hated these guys: listening to me piss, watching me wash my hands, and doing nothing…and then expecting a buck. I never bit.
“How’d it go out there?” he said as I zipped up, interrupting the jazz tune ringing in from the speakers, trying to stir up a conversation…and my money.
“Fine,” I said, walking over to the sink and eying myself in the mirror. I could see the man nodding a congratulatory nod to me in the peripheral of the mirror.
“So, you gonna get some pussy, then?”
I turned to face him in the mirror, my face halfway between a chuckle and genuine concern.
“Excuse me?” I said, dumbfoundedly.
“I said,” he stood from the stool, “are you gonna get some pussy? Or just be a pussy about it?”
We must’ve stared at each other for what felt like a solid minute before I said anything.
“I just wanted a date. That’s all.”
He shook his head with a gruff laugh, retrieving something from his pocket.
“That’s never all. You are a hot-blooded guy, aren’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, then, that’s not all. Where’s Romeo taking Juliet on this little date, huh?”
“Coffee.”
“Coffee: the graveyard shift date. Brother, you’ve got a lot to learn,” he snipped, looking me up and down and noting my inexperience oozing from me. “You really like this girl, huh?”
“Yeah,” I admittedly said, “I think I’m in love.”
“Hold up kid,” he said, patting the air, “don’t go using the big word on me. You don’t even know this girl.”
“I know enough,” I said, “she’s really sweet and nice and- “
“That’s that pussy talk I’m talking about. What’s your name?” I turned to face him now, he read the tag. “Justin, listen, what you need is a little help. A lotta help, but sometimes the best help comes in small packages.” He held up his hand, a small, red pill palmed in the center of it.
“What’s that? Viagra?” He laughed at me.
“No, it’s better than that. We call it the Arrow,” he grinned.
“Who’s we?”
“Just a…club I’m a part of. The Cupid Club, that gentleman’s club off of 16th street, you familiar?” I shook my head. “Well, there’s more where that came from if you need it. When you need it. Consider that a free trial. It doesn’t last forever.” I nodded, accepting the tiny pill as the man escorted me to the bathroom door. “You’re in good hands now, Justin. He knows what he’s talking about,” the man said as a smile parted his lips.
“Who’s he?”
The bathroom door closed in my face.
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I sat up all night thinking about what the mysterious man had said: about the pill, the club…about myself.
It was well past two AM before I decided to take the pill. I figured it was a little risk, for a potentially large reward. After all, there was an entire gentleman’s club dedicated to it. They wouldn’t…lace it with anything, would they? I had no idea of what it did, but I knew I needed it. If I screwed up this date, I’d probably never find love.
I sat on the corner of my bed for fifteen minutes waiting for the drug to take effect. I didn’t feel any different. Was I supposed to? Maybe it was a delayed effect. Maybe it was a dud. Maybe…it was just a placebo: a confidence booster. If it was, though, it didn’t work on me.
I flipped back onto my bed, tugging the covers over me as I turned onto my side, wondering what the hell I just put into my body.
And that’s when I saw it; him.
A baby. Specifically, a blubbery baby. It was standing…no, wait, floating. Did it have wings?
“How you doin’, baby?” it said in an oddly adult voice, twang like a talk show host, “Oh, wait…I’m the baby. You’re just…an adult virgin, aren’t ya?”
I stared up in bewilderment. I’m definitely tripping out right now.
“Welp, not for long,” the baby said as clear as an infomercial, flapping down toward me, scrambling my hair with its little infant hand, “You’ve got a date. A date with destiny, as they say.”
“Where did you come from?” I said. It was all I could say. The baby tsked at me.
“Well, when a man and a woman love each other-” it stopped, leaning toward me, “Need I say more? No birds, no bees…you are post-puberty, right?” I nodded. “Hey, that’s good. Hard to tell sometimes. Just making sure your, uh, plumbing’s working. You’re gonna need it,” it winked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, who’s baby do you think I am? We don’t just grow on trees, y’know?”
“Wait, wait-“ I interrupted, “You’re my baby?”
“Well, figuratively speaking, anyway. I’m Cupid. Hello? Y’know, god of desire? Son of Venus, the goddess of love, and Mars, the god of war? Yada yada yada…I mean, all is fair in love and war, but who’d-a thought War was in Love, and I don’t just mean figuratively. Eh?”
“But you just said- “
“I know what I said,” Cupid interrupted, “and I wasn’t lying. I come to you in the form of your mortal spawn. Combination of Justin and Jasmine Fillian.”
“Wait,” I said, “we get married?”
“You have sex,” Cupid said, “I’m the god of desire, not schmaltzy lovey-dovey shit. Alright?”
I nodded.
“Walk with me,” the baby said, floating past my bed. I stood, following the baby over to the mirror. It stopped, right before the glass, turning to me with raised, peach fuzzy brows. “You think you’re gonna get laid with that cut?” I scanned myself in the mirror, realizing that my three AM dew was not the best look. I shrugged. “Take it from the guy who is, quite literally, the god of desire. Did I mention that? Look, women like edge. Mystery. You gotta keep this chick on her toes. Keep the bangs, lose the sides. They love it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, I’m sure. You aren’t. That’s why I’m here, kid: to help you.”
“Help me with…what?”
The baby floated to my eye level, shaking his head with a sigh as he did. He looked at me very intently.
“I’m gonna be real with you, kid. You’re a nice guy, but nice guys finish last. And I don’t wanna see you last, baby.”
“But I thought love was kind, and patient, and- “
“No, no,” Cupid said, “that’s not love that’s-“ he thought, “that’s just pussyfooting around what you really want.” The baby crossed his arms, flapping his wings closer to me. “You don’t get what you want by being kind or patient…you get it by action! Y’get that?” I nodded, too stupefied to comment. “Good. Then you’re gonna go to that date tomorrow and listen to me, understand?”
“But won’t she- “
He shook his head before I had time to finish.
“See…I’m in your head. She won’t see me. She can’t. Just…do what I say, got it?”
Did I really have a choice?
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The chill of the morning air forced my hands to cup around the mug of smoldering coffee before me. It was a quaint little place. So small, in fact, that it felt like the walls were closing in on me. I was nervous.
“Sit up straight, would ya?” Cupid’s voice said as he floated past my ears behind me, “Puff out your chest, c’mon…like show and tell…I’ll tell ya how to show it.”
Jasmine walked in and waved at me as she removed her little beanie. I waved back.
“Don’t wave…what’re we five?” Cupid snapped.
“Shut up,” I said, cutting off the baby as Jasmine approached, opening her arms.
“Don’t hug her,” Cupid said, “Keep it mysterious. She’ll love it.”
I remained; hands still clenched around the coffee. Jasmine awkwardly sat down.
“So…how’s your coffee, coffee-hater?” she smiled. I lifted it and took a sip.
“Tell her it tastes like shit…and that you could make her better coffee at home, Mr. Chef,” the baby’s voice said from over my shoulder.
“It, uh- it’s okay,” I said, “Good pick, Jasmine. But y’know, I could probably brew something fresh at my place some time, too.”
I audibly heard Cupid facepalm behind me.
“Yeah? Well, I’m glad you like it,” she nodded, taking a sip of hers, “I was nervous you were gonna hate it.”
“You did,” Cupid said in my ear. I shook him off.
“So, how’s everything been with you?” I said.
“Fine. As fine as…y’know, living with your parents is. Hey, it beats paying rent,” she shrugged, taking another sip, prompting me to do the same.
“I know the feeling,” I said.
At this point, I could tell Cupid was wearing thin…maybe the pill was wearing off.
“Tell her,” he demanded, “that she needs to come over to your place, Justin. You need to get this bitch home- ”
I stood to my feet, taking in a deep breath.
“Will you excuse me…for just one second?” I said, hurrying off into the bathroom and leaving poor Jasmine behind. I pushed the door open aggressively, nearly knocking it into some guy’s face.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“All good brother,” he replied.
“Don’t be sorry,” Cupid said, trailing me, “he should’ve watched where he was going!”
I turned to the mirror and pressed my balled-up fist into the cold wall, eyeing the reflection of Cupid as he glided toward me in the air. The image grew blurry, as my eyes soon filled with frustrated tears. I just wanted him to go away.
“Ah, c’mon, don’t cry. I’m the baby, remember?”
“Shut…up,” I snapped through gritted teeth.
In the silence of Cupid’s delayed response, I heard Jasmine’s voice from within the walls of the bathroom. She was…laughing. I scurried over to the heavy door, cracking it open slowly.
Jasmine was seated across from…some guy. That guy…the one I almost hit with the door. He was…flirting with her. And doing a pretty damn good job at it. She was into him.
“See…you shoulda listened to me, kid,” Cupid said as I watched this stranger swoop in on my date, “I’d-a slammed that door right in that poor bastard’s face. Bullseye!”
“I said shut up, Cupid!”
“No, now you listen to me, alright? I might be the baby, here, but you’re just an infant when it comes to women! You know no-thing! And you’re about to let the only woman that’d let you touch her get swooped up! Not on my watch,” he said, pulling an arrow from behind him and aiming it at me. With one draw the arrow shot into my back. It wasn’t a physical arrow, per se, but somehow it hurt, like a fierce, sharp, and hot flash of anger sweeping over me.
If this was fight or flight…I chose fight.
“The hell’s going on over here?” I said as I slapped the table with my hands, looking from Jasmine to whoever the hell this guy was.
“Justin,” Jasmine said, “this is…was…my old partner in Chem class back in high school: Richard. It’s been years since I’ve seen him!”
“Wow, good to meet you, Dick,” I slickly said, extending my hand and squeezing his tighter than he could mine. I looked at Jasmine with a wink. She smiled.
“Nice to…meet you too,” he said, noticing my grip. “Thanks for the door back there,” he nodded as he gestured toward the men’s room.
“I can help you with the next door too,” Cupid said in my ear.
“I can help you with this door,” I smiled, pulling him toward the coffee shop’s door and kicking it open. He nervously chuckled.
“Let me just grab my coffee,” he said, reaching toward the cup in front of Jasmine, who was staring up at the two of us dumbfoundedly.
“I got it,” Cupid said.
“I got it,” I replied, reaching down, and grabbing the coffee, removing the lid, and…stopping.
I looked over my shoulder and…Cupid was gone. The hot cup began burning my hand, and the position it was in made it look like I was about to fling the smoking liquid into Richard’s face. He nervously smiled as he took the cup from me, Jasmine watching with wide, fearful eyes.
“Thanks. I got it,” he said, placing the lid back on top, and turning to Jasmine with a shake and a wink, “It was good to see you, Jass.”
“You too,” she replied, eyebrows still raised.
He left the tiny shop. I sat back down.
“You alright?” she said, uneasily cracking a nervous smile.
“Fine.”
She nodded. I folded my arms.
“That’s…good,” she said as she scratched her face, checking her watch, “Well, look, I gotta get some errands done but…maybe we can get some dinner sometime?”
“That would…be great,” I nodded. Jasmine stood, nodded back, and left.
I blew it.
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Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. No answer. Again. Knock. Knock-
The door of the Cupid Club swung open to some preppy middle-aged man.
“What? There’re no girls here yet. Okay? We open at three- ”
He began to shut the door, but I stopped him, looking at him intently.
“The pills. I need more,” I said, “the, uh, Arrow.” The man looked me up and down and noticed my desperation. He invited me in.
The place was dark and dank, accented by the sheen of silver poles glimmering in the blacklight tubes that hung from the ceiling. There were about four to five men standing around: watching me. They puffed their chests and raised their brows. One of them, an older and wrinklier man, approached me, dangling a medicinal bottle from one of his tired hands. He knew why I was there.
“Who sent you?” he said curtly.
“Uh,” I thought, “some guy from the bathroom at Amore’s.”
“Jeez, we’re in fuckin’ downtown, too,” he said, shaking his head, “That was probably Ernie. Downtown is his jurisdiction.” He popped open the bottle with his jittery fingers.
“Do you…take this stuff too?” He shook his head again.
“Most of these guys do,” he said, “I used to…fifty years…I just…I don’t have the use anymore, son. Hell, I haven’t gotten it up since Busch was in office,” he grumbled to himself with a deep, cackly laugh, nudging some of the pills out of the bottle. “Now I’m just in it for the green. But I do miss it. How’s it been working for you?”
“Fine,” I said, “I feel so much more…aggressive when I use it. But, more…powerful, I guess.” He nodded as he listened as if he had been through the same thing.
“Yep, he’ll do that to ya,” he said, “take you from some beta-pussy-man to a real man’s man, y’know?” I nodded.
“Now, uh, how much do these cost?” I asked as he tossed a handful of the pills around in his jittery palm.
“That depends,” he smiled, “how much you got on ya?” His smile turned to a grin as he watched me plunge my hand into my pants pocket, pulling out my wallet and, from within it, my last paycheck from the school.
“I’ve got a three-hundred-dollar check,” I shrugged.
“That’ll do,” the old man said, snatching the check from my extended hand, “Pleasure doing business with you. I assume I’ll see you back here next week?”
“Next week?” I asked.
“Yeah,” the man nodded, glancing around to the other men circling the two of us, “Welcome to the club.”
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I must’ve popped three of those pills on the drive back home. I knew I was running out of time with Jasmine. I had called her once and texted her twice to no avail. Should I call her again?
I was starting to think I blew my only shot at love.
“She’s probably with that Dick from the coffee shop,” a familiar voice said from the backseat. It was Cupid.
“Yeah,” another similar-sounding voice said from next to me, “that chick is only big enough for one dick…and it isn’t him…and it isn’t his,” another Cupid cackled from the passenger seat.
“You got that right,” a third Cupid said from the other backseat.
I shook my head in disbelief. I mean, I didn’t fully grasp the single cupid, yet, not to mention three of them. I’m definitely overdosing on whatever is in this stuff.
“Hey,” one of them piped up from the backseat, “we can hear you, y’know? We’re in your subconscious…so you best be conscious of that. Capisce?” I nodded, gripping the steering wheel tighter. The one closest to me flew up to the wheel, gripping it with its micro-baby hand.
“Oh, no, no, no…you aren’t going home yet, chief. We still got work to do.”
“W-what do you even mean? What am I supposed to do?” I said, pulling the steering wheel in the opposite direction.
“What we mean is getting you laid,” the Cupid from the backseat said, pressing his chubby cheeks between the window and my headrest, “Because if you don’t get laid, I don’t get to exist. I am your baby, after all.”
“I thought you were the baby of gods?”
The little Cupid from the backseat looked directly at me from the rearview mirror. He leaned forward sternly.
“Tonight, Justin,” he said, “you are god. Which makes us a couple of angels.”
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I arrived at Jasmine’s well-past eight. At least, I hoped it was her place. I had never used a phone directory before…but if I did it right, this would be the place. It looked like she wasn’t home…I didn’t see the car she drove from the coffee shop. I tried her cell six times. No answer.
“Try again,” one of the Cupid’s said.
“I called six times!” I snapped.
“It’s about persistence,” Cupid said.
“Fine,” I shrugged, “you do it, then.” I held the phone out and let it drop onto the back seat. Cupid crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
“She probably blocked you,” Cupid said. I let the words sink in as I realized what a freak she thought I was. I had one chance…and I let her go.
“Don’t think like that,” one of the other Cupid’s said, “Women love this.”
“Love what?” I sniffled.
“The chase. You think she’s gonna make it easy on you? You gotta get more aggressive,” he said, drawing his bow. I flinched.
“Please don’t- “
The Cupids, in succession, began bombarding me with arrows that forced me to shriek in agony. Physically, nothing happened…but the drug-induced shock of it all was mutilating.
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The front door of the Weston residence opened to reveal, who I assumed to be, Jasmine’s mom.
“Hello? Can we…help you?”
“Hi,” I said, “I was just…seeing if Jasmine was home?”
Mrs. Weston turned to her husband, who was standing just steps away behind the door. She turned back to me.
“Oh, dear. You must be the young man from the coffee shop?”
I nodded. I was.
“Well, she already left for your…little date. You just missed her, actually. I guess she thought you two had planned to meet there.”
“And where would that be?” Cupid said in my ear.
“Did she say where she was going?”
The woman again turned to her husband. Then back to me with arms folded inside her nightgown.
“The Caesar? On 4th street?”
“I thought she didn’t like fancy-pants restaurants,” one of the Cupid’s said from behind me. I gleamed at the woman.
“I’m such a scatterbrain. Thank you, Mrs. Weston.”
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It was a lovely dinner. For them. A passionate kiss was swapped. I couldn’t stand it. That guy…and Jasmine. She wasn’t meant for him; she was meant for me.
I watched as they left the restaurant and snuggled into his car with their fancy clothes on, balling my fist up and holding back pained tears.
“Yeah, you sure showed them,” one of the Cupid’s said from behind me.
“What was I supposed to do, huh? I got the address…like you said! I came to the damn restaurant! Now what?”
“You know what,” the smug Cupid replied. My mind began filling with hundreds of ideas. I shook my head in opposition.
“No, no,” I protested, “I’m not listening to you guys anymore.”
“Why not?” Cupid said, “if you don’t…he will.”
Jasmine and Richard started down the dimly lit road.
I followed behind them.
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She kissed his cheek as they trotted to the front door, his hand running up her blouse to her chest.
“Look at this guy,” Cupid said, gesturing toward the couple with his baby thumb, “we’re sitting here in the outfield while Dick-less over there is already on second base!”
“He’s going for that home run,” another of the Cupid’s winked.
“Shut up,” I snapped, “let me think for a damn second!”
“No more thinking,” the third Cupid said, flapping just before my face, “do something about it!”
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They forgot to lock the front door. In the heat of passion, it’s not a surprise, but it saved me from having to smash through the window. In fact, it was so convenient, that they didn’t even hear me when I snuck into the bedroom.
“First Dick-less,” Cupid whispered, nudging me with his wings and sending a chill down my spine, “then her.” I nodded, pushing the closet door open and approaching from behind him.
The bed was already sprawled with a dozen red rose petals as if he already knew what he was getting into before the night even happened. A dozen petals lead to one, giant heart-shaped pillow. Perfect.
The pillow fit nicely across his face. It was just wide enough to keep the muffled screams to a minimum, especially under the jazzy tune emitting from the record player against the windowsill. Jasmine didn’t expect a thing.
“She’s probably slipping into something more…comfortable,” another Cupid said above me as I hoisted Richard’s limp body off of the bed, dragging it down the hall.
Then I heard the sound of the bathroom door creaking open, as Jasmine slipped into the dark bedroom.
“Richard,” she teased, a real sexiness in her voice now, “are you hiding on me? Don’t keep a girl waiting, even if we do love the chase.”
“Called it,” one of the Cupid’s said, flying past me and glancing into the bedroom with curiosity. I followed suit, peering in:
She was gorgeous: her dress tightly draping from her body; a dark, rich color of red coating her lips.
I knew it was love at first sight. I knew it.
“Do it,” Cupid said. I was beside myself with love, pushing the bedroom door open with a great, big grin stretched across my face. Jasmine froze, seemingly in great fear. My face hung when she didn’t reverberate my excitement. On the contrary, she grabbed the blanket from the bed and began covering herself.
“Justin,” she feverishly said, eyes lined with mascara darting side to side, “w-what are you doing, here?”
“I came to be with you,” I sighed, “I’m sorry I was so…awkward on our first date this morning, but I really think I’m warming up to love. I…I think I…love you.”
All three Cupids groaned from behind me. Jasmine didn’t react, she was like a deer in headlights.
“W-where’s Richard?” she said, glancing over my shoulder. My brows furrowed.
“Oh, Dick? Is that who you’re worried about? Really? ‘Cause I just came this whole way to be with you…and you’re treating me like we just met yesterday!”
“We…did,” Jasmine said tensely.
“Yeah but…I feel like we’ve known each other our whole lives…just waiting for…this. And here it is, now we have it! We’re together now,” I smiled, “Don’t you want that? This? M-me?”
Jasmine didn’t answer me. Why didn’t she answer me?
“Don’t fuck this up,” Cupid said from behind me.
“I- “ Jasmine started; “-I don’t know what you’re even talking about.”
“I’m talking about us you stupid bitch!” I yelled, drowning out the jazz music completely. I caught my breath, holding onto it as I noticed Jasmine’s trembling. She took a step back into the nightstand, nearly tripping. I reached out for her, but she recoiled.
“Make your fuckin’ move, already,” Cupid sternly said in my ear.
I nervously approached the beautiful woman, caressing her gently as she started sobbing. I took her by the hand, pulling her close, and leaning in for a whisper:
“It’s ok,” I gently said, “I’ve got you.”
I took hold of her, and we began waltzing on that little patch of carpet next to the bed, the light crackle of jazz playing ever-so-romantically behind us. She was light on her feet, I must admit. It felt like I was dragging her, her weight growing heavier with each step.
“Jass,” I smiled, “lift your feet, I don’t wanna ruin your heels.” I pulled her up some, trying to place her sturdily on the ground. She buckled.
I looked into her eyes and noticed the paleness of her face. She was drained of her color.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“P-please don’t hurt me. Do whatever you want just…please,” she cried, fainting further.
“Hurt you?” I asked, “I just wanna love you, Jasmine.”
Her weight got too heavy, and I let her droop, falling, back-down, onto the bed of petals. Her body quivered as she sunk into the mattress.
“Now’s your chance, kid,” I heard Cupid’s voice faintly say from behind me as I stood over Jasmine’s body, her chest puffing up and down with each of her heavy breaths. I turned to face him but was left with nothing but empty walls behind me.
The pills had worn off again.
I retrieved another from my pocket, lifting the glistening redness of it to my lips, and gazing down at the love of my life, stretched out across the bed, panting.
So vulnerable. So beautiful.
I excitedly swallowed down the pill, the Arrow piercing me right in the gut, as I waited for the god of love to return back to me.
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