Free Marie Sexton - Between Sinners And Saints by Marie Sexton

shit is evil.”
But Jaime didn’t heed his warning. He’d had two of them by the time they finished their food, and he was significantly more relaxed. “Now what?” he asked Levi.
“How about a movie?”
“Sure!”
“What kind of movies do you like?” Levi asked. He fully expected Jaime to go for some type of sentimental girly movie, but Jaime surprised him.
“Nothing heavy,” he said. “Nothing sappy or sad.”
“A comedy then, or an action flick?”
“Something with explosions!”
Levi couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. “You got it.”
The movie theatre was in the same shopping center as the restaurant, so they walked. There was a liquor store in between, and Levi ran in and bought a couple of airline bottles, which he emptied into their fountain drinks once they were seated in the theatre. Jaime was giggling like a kid at the previews.
“I think you’re drunk,” Levi said.
Jaime shook his head. “No,” he said. “I don’t drink.” It was the kind of logic only a drunk person could subscribe to, but it was good to see him relaxing and having fun. He drank his spiked soda, and as the movie wound down, he went from giggling to sitting quietly with his head back and his eyes closed.
“You okay?” Levi asked.
“Mm-hmm,” Jaime said, without opening his eyes. “You’re not gonna be sick are you?”
“Should I be?”
“No.”
“Good. I want French fries.”
Levi laughed. “We’ll hit McDonald’s on the way home. You one of those people who has to sit through the credits?”
“Yeah,” Jaime said. “Except I want French fries.”
“Come on, then,” Levi said, nudging him with his elbow. “Let’s go. Give me your keys.”
“I can drive,” Jaime said. “I’m not drunk.” Then he stood up. He swayed on his feet and sat back down quickly. He looked up at Levi in surprise. “I think I’m drunk.”
“No kidding,” Levi said, holding his hand out. “Keys!”
It was harder than he expected to get Jaime back to the car. He seemed to think it was a good night for wandering through the parking lot. Two different times, Levi thought Jaime was behind him, only to turn around and find him gone. After that, he made sure Jaime was ahead of him. It would have been easier to direct him to the car if he wasn’t so adamant about not being touched. Or if he showed any propensity for going where he was told.
“Do you want French fries or not?” Levi finally asked in exasperation.
“No. I want one of those chocolate things from Wendy’s.”
“Either way, we need to get in the damn car.”
In the end, they got both fries and smoothies, and ate them on the way back to Levi’s. Levi half expected to have to argue with him about going to his apartment, but Jaime followed him in without protest and sat down on the couch. He picked up Levi’s remote. “You have the same satellite service as me,” he commented as he punched in a number. The TV changed to the Syfy channel, where some teenagers were about to be eaten by a monster crocodile. “Ooh,” he said with satisfaction. “This is a good one.”
“You watch this shit?” Levi asked.
“I love crappy monster movies. Syfy’s are the best.”
“But they’re so…” The only word he could come up with was “bad” and that didn’t seem nearly strong enough.
Jaime turned to him with a smile. “So stupid they’re funny?”
“You say that like it’s a good thing.”
“You probably don’t like pro-wrestling either, do you?”
“Definitely not.”
Jaime laughed as he turned back to the TV. “I’m ordering the next pay-per-view. I’ll convert you.”
Pro-wrestling and campy made-for-TV movies weren’t the way Levi had pictured Jaime spending his free time. He shook his head in amusement as he went into the kitchen to get a beer. He debated grabbing one for Jaime, too, but decided he’d had enough to drink. He took him a glass of water instead. Jaime was laughing as one of the teenagers died an over-acted and under-budget