The moment Shark turned to face his new acquaintance, a cloud of smoke was blown into his face. Predictably, he coughed and tried to wave the smoke away.
“To answer your question,” he said peering through the remaining smoke. “No, I don’t come here a lot.”
Shark saw a grinning face staring back at him. The man looked quite pleased with himself over something.
“In that case, let me ask you another thing,” the redheaded man said to him. “You legal?”
A little perturbed at the rather personal question, Shark nodded slowly. “Yes. I’m eighteen and I graduated high school a few months ago-”
He was then taken aback by the man leaning in suddenly and getting only an inch or two from his face. “In that case, wanna fuck?”
This man’s gall was both confusing and admiring to Shark. “Uh…I don’t think I should do that sort of thing with a guy I don’t even know the name of-”
“Name’s Sinbad Rotter. Wanna fuck now?”
Shark looked away now, weighing the options of such an offer. He figured it was better than the alternative of going home and dealing with his relative’s shenanigans.
About a minute later, Shark was sitting in the passenger’s side of Sinbad’s truck. He kept his sight focused on the buildings illuminated by the street lights. Several groups of trick-or-treaters were walking by.
“So where do you live?” He asked Sinbad when he turned back to look at him, wishing he’d asked it back at the bar.
Sinbad just pointed up ahead, to the little island encircled with houses. Given the direction he was pointing, it was the first house on the right.
When they reached the place, Shark jumped out of the truck immediately. The first thing he noticed was a sign on the lawn with the words ‘fuck off trick-or-treaters’ crudely painted on.
“That’s…charming,” Shark said. Sinbad just dropped the lit cigarette he had been smoking, and crushed it under his foot.
“Hey, I can’t stand the little bastards every other day of the year. Why would I want them coming up to my house asking for candy like a bunch of freeloaders?”
The interior of the house was cold, and dark. Initially, Shark had no idea what exactly he was supposed to do.
He knew full well what was going to happen later. Shark just rubbed his arms and took a deep breath. Much to his confusion, he watched Sinbad go into the other room.
“I’m gonna go do something real quick first. So go into my room and don’t touch anything.”
Not sure what exactly he was planning. Shark just shrugged again and did as he was told.
Sinbad’s room wasn’t really anything to write home about. The only thing that really stood out was the interesting blanket on top of the bedspread. It reminded him of the dress his grandmother wore, for some reason.
He then shook that thought out of his head, figuring that to be creepy to even think about.
Shark wasn’t even sure if he was supposed to undress yet. Instead, he just awkward stood in the middle of the room, waiting for Sinbad to get back.