Jon and Karyn took Sarah’s Miata and set off to Amber’s house with a quick detour for a make-out session in a Safeway parking lot along the way. They eventually arrived fashionably late at around 10:15.
Karyn immediately ran over to Amber and wrapped her in a squealing hug, and Jon gave Biff a punch in the arm that was only a notch stronger than “friendly.” Jon didn’t have any memories of being beaten up by Biff, but a small voice in his head told him that he needed to get revenge for something. And who was Jon to argue with the small voice in his head?
“Karyn!” Amber recoiled slightly after a few seconds of embrace. “You reek of sex!”
“Oh, do I?” Karyn slipped into a sly smile and let her eyes flutter, stepping closer to Amber and draping an arm over her shoulder. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“Oh, you bitch.” Amber playfully pushed Karyn’s arm away. “Breakfast burrito bar and a bowl of fruit salad are out on the back porch. Drinks in the cooler. Most of my guests are already out back. Just do me a favor and jump in the pool once you’ve showed off to everyone you need to show off to?”
“No promises!” Karyn half-walked, half-stumbled further into the house, pointing back at Amber as she retreated to the porch.
Biff tried to laugh off Jon’s punch to hide the genuine pain it had caused. He couldn’t show weakness, after all. It didn’t matter, Jon had already moved on to the next thing on his mind: “Hey, where’s Tiffany?”
“Oh, she’s picking up Sarah. Apparently Sarah let someone borrow her car last night?”
Jon’s cocky grin grew upon his face, as he withdrew something small from his pocket: “Her car, and her credit card,” he flashed the black piece of plastic just long enough for everyone to see before slipping it back into his pocket.
Jon spun around and let his body fall backwards onto the sofa, hands behind his head and legs spread wide like he owned the place.
“Man,” Biff rubbed his arm, “Jon really is a shithead the morning after he’s fucked a girl.”
“Who says I’ve fucked a girl?” Jon gave a contented sigh from the sofa.
“You and Karyn both stink,” Amber began, counting off items on her fingers. “You came here together. You’re wearing the same clothes you wore on your date last night.”
“How do you know what I was wearing last night?”
Amber rolled her eyes. “Instagram.”
“Ah,” Jon raised a fist into the air, “my greatest foe!”
Amber and Biff just rolled their eyes, in a way that said they were used to this kind of behavior from Jon.
"Whatever." Jon gave a snort. "I'm not hungry, I'll just wait here for Tiffany."
"She's not going to do anything with you," Amber said as she turned to leave in the direction that Karyn had gone. "Tiffany likes sex, sure, but she's not going to backstab Karyn like that."
Jon locked eyes with Amber and delivered a shit-eating grin that would have been antithesis to the person he'd been just twelve hours earlier. "We'll see." He gave a dramatic yawn and stretched his arms, pointedly turning his head to look away from Amber and Biff, and towards the front door.
Amber left out the back and Biff followed her a few seconds afterwards. If Biff had had a tail, it would have been between his legs.
