Sakee

Sakee and Rayne

      One's sitting in the comfortable office chair at the desk. A bottle -still nearly full- of Bacardi's Raz sits in a small puddle of cool water, soft droplets of thick condensation forming over the bottle.
      She's playing something at the computer. It looks like Minesweeper.
      The other one is sitting on the couch. She's got an empty bottle of Smirnoff Ice -Green Apple- clenched between her palms. Her feet are tucked under her body. She's staring blankly into space. There are two more empty bottles beside the couch.
      "She doesn't love me."
      The other looks over from the computer screen. "Kay, stop drinking."
      "All right."
      A long silence follows. Then, the sound of wheels rolling across hardwood flooring echoes softly -slowly.
      Kay looks to her friend. "What did I do? I mean, what? Did I do something? Did I not do something? How can she say it, Rayne?"
      Rayne sighs, taking the empty bottle from her friend and placing it on the floor with the others. She sits on the couch. "Kay, you didn't do anything."
      "Then why did this happen?"
      "I can't answer that. And I won't even try to give reasons. She's the only one who knows."
      Kay turns and looks to Rayne. "I don't think even she knows."
      Rayne smile and pulls her friend into a hug. "Oh, Sakee," she says gently, using the pet name. "It doesn't really matter. I really don't know why this shit happens. But better to cry over it than be angry."
      Kay looks to her friend, "Guess so."
      Rayne smiles a little and hugs her friend closer. "I do know how you feel, though. Feel the same way about this whole Sara break-up. We're a good pair, you and I."
      Kay sighs softly. "So what happened with you two anyway?"
      "I don't know," answers Rayne, resting her head back against the couch and shutting her eyes, face turned toward the ceiling. "She too whimpy, maybe? I'm too tough?" She's silent for a minute. "We're just way too different. Two completely opposite extremes."
      Neither woman says anything. Kay watches her friend for a long while in silence.
      "We were good together," says Rayne suddenly, quietly.
      Kay nods her head. "We were."
      Rayne looks over. "You never once backed-down from an argument," she says with a smile.
      "You never let me."
      They watch each other silently.
      "I think we're too strong together," says Kay after a long time passes.
      Rayne nods her head.
      "Another drink?" asks Kay, standing and moving toward the kitchen.
      Without warning, Rayne takes her ex's hand softly and tugs. Kay follows the soft beckoning and sits on the couch beside her friend. Rayne's body moves forward until her lips press Kay's gently.
      The movements are slow and cautious. But there is an underlying urgency -a desire- in the motions.
      Rayne shuts her eyes, always moving slightly forward. Kay leans backward until she's lying on the couch.
      The only sounds in the room are coming from the hum of the computer, the clicking of the refridgerator, and the angry traffic outside. Both women are silent. Even their thoughts are hushed as their bodies take control of the situation.