Free Our Kingdom of Dust by Leonard Kinsey Page B

haven’t laughed like that in a while.”
    “Glad I could be of service. Now, can we please leave my junk out of any future discussions?”
    “I’m sorry, Blaine. I didn’t mean to… it’s just that you’re like a little middle school kid! You’re like someone I’d babysit!”
    “What the fuck? No, I’m not! First of all, I’m thirty years old. And secondly, how many middle school kids do you know who are multi-millionaires?”
    Well, that shut her up.
    “You’re a multi-millionaire?” she asked, quietly, and with a sort of growl that made my downstairs bits all tingly again.
    “Yeah, that’s what I was about to explain before you started going on about me being a porn star and shit. Yes, I have multiple millions of dollars in my bank accounts. I’m crazy stupid rich and it’s not as awesome as you think it is.”
    She looked at me, obviously a bit stunned.
    “Look,” I said, “it really isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. I’m a grown ass man living at Walt Disney World. That should tell you something about the price I paid for my elite millionaire status,” I said, stressing the “elite” sarcastically.
    Lisa was silent. Just staring at me. It was weird, but I didn’t mind her being captivated by me for a change.
    “You’re going to get along really well with our dinner guests tonight, Blaine. I think they’re…” she paused, “I think we’re your kind of people.”
    “I don’t know what my kind of people are,” I said.
    “I’m your kind of people,” she said, moving closer.
    I downed my champagne, reached over her, grabbed the bottle, poured another glass, downed that, and laughed.
    “Well, if they’re all like you, then yeah, it’s going to be one helluva night!”
     

Chapter 11
     
    The limo pulled up to Jay’s house, and I started to open the door. Lisa smacked my hand out of the way.
    “Don’t open the door!” she said. “Let Jay do it.”
    “I’m fully capable of opening a door, Lisa,” I said, pulling at the handle again.
    She hit me harder.
    “Ah, bitch, what the fuck?” I yelled.
    “Let the man do his job, Blaine.”
    “He’s not on the clock. I’m not paying him anymore.”
    “Let the man do his job,” she said sternly. “This limo is one of the few things he has total control over. Don’t take that away from him.”
    “Fine, whatever. Fucking weirdo.”
    Jay opened the door and Lisa stepped out. I followed.
    “I could’ve opened…” I started to say.
    “Welcome back to Jay’s Castle!” said Lisa, interrupting.
    Jay swept his hands in a grand gesture. “Jay’s Castle, indeed! And maybe this time, Mr. McKinnon, it’ll be Jay’s Castle with 99% less vomit?”
    “Haha, very funny,” I said. Except that I was already a bit drunk. I guess I did need to watch myself this evening. Puking all over my shirt again would be pretty lame.
    “The other guests should be arriving shortly,” he said as he unlocked the door and we stepped inside, “so I need to start cooking! Please make yourself at home. You know where the facilities are.” He winked at me.
    Shit, he totally knew I rooted through his stuff the other day. Oh well. If he didn’t care then neither did I.
    “Feel free to partake in my vast film collection while you wait,” he said. “I have a lot of rare promotional Disney films on 16mm. Lisa can show you how to play them.”
    He walked off into the kitchen, once again leaving me and Lisa alone.
    She swallowed her champagne.
    “I need another drink. How about you?” she asked.
    “Gin and tonic, please?”
    “Sure. You want to see something really awesome?” she asked.
    “The promo films sounded pretty cool,” I replied.
    She walked over to Jay’s bar, a black wooden cart sort of thing, on wheels.
    “This is a portable bar that was used at private parties in The Magic Kingdom.” She poured out a shot of gin. “They’d wheel it out for companies who would rent sections of the park after-hours. Normally there’s no