Ask about Lisey

“Hey,” you say, putting your glass down and sitting up. “Has anyone seen Lisey?”

Kris looks taken aback. “Is she even here?”

“Yeah. I gave her some relaxation before we ate,” you say, wiggling your fingers.

“Did you wash your hands at least?” Karen asks.

“I’m serious,” you say, taking another drink of wine and looking at the ceiling. “She didn’t come eat. She’s not here to party. She might be sick or something. I’ll check on her.” You stand up, and Roxy grabs your hand.

“Want me to come?”

“I’ll be right back. Be gentle with her,” you say to Karen, who pours more wine. You touch Roxy’s cheek and carry your glass out of the room, feeling her eyes on your bare legs as you go into the hallway.

You check your room on the way, but she’s not there. You pass both of the closest bathrooms, and the doors are open. You finally arrive at Lisey’s door, where you knock.

There’s no reply. This is getting really weird. You open it to find the room dark. It’s a mess and it smells like perfume, but it’s normal. Your eyes linger on her unmade bed. You slept there once after Lisey spent half the night showing you what she can do with her tongue.

There’s no sign of her, although you notice something that you never noticed before: damage to the wall by her closet. You take a closer look, and it’s clear what happened: the door banged open so suddenly that the handle hit the wall and messed up the wallpaper. This house is old, but it’s in good condition. CCL girls don’t really damage it. Did Lisey throw this door open while angry or something? You know that she can be fiery, and not just in bed.

This is very weird. You leave her room and pause in the hallway, listening to the empty old house. Where else would she be? Well, you can’t search the house from top to bottom with no underwear and a wine glass in your hand.

You head back downstairs, frowning.

Kris comes into the foyer, looking worried.

“Did you find her?” she asks.

You shake your head. “First Sissy, now this. I’m starting to worry,” you admit.

Kris nods, biting her thumbnail. Her eyes fall on the coat rack. “She must have gone out.”

“What?” You turn to see that Lisey’s pink coat isn’t there.

“Thank god,” you say, relieved. “But where? This time of night? She’s not leaving yet.”

Karen and Roxy emerge as well, Roxy holding her glass with one hand and using the other to tug down on her shirt for modesty.

You aren’t thinking about any of that. Lisey doesn’t have local family.

“Everything’s closed,” you say, looking at the front door. “She doesn’t have a car. Did she call a cab? We need to look for her.” You have a bad feeling about this. There was something… something about Lisey tonight. You can’t put your finger on it.

You try to remember what she said to you, but you didn’t talk much tonight… you mostly messed around.

“I’ll help you look,” Kris says.

“Thanks.”

“Me too I guess,” Roxy says, sipping.

You snort. Of course. Roxy won’t let you out of her sight.

Karen rolls her eyes. “So I stole that tape for nothing?”

“We can watch it when we know that Lisey’s OK,” you say.

“And Sissy,” Kris adds. “She never came home, did she?”

“Not that I saw,” you admit. Yeah. You can’t party at a time like this. You hand Kris your glass. You have to stop drinking too; you’ll be the one driving. “Let’s get dressed, girls.”

“It’s still a party,” Karen says over her shoulder as she starts up the stairs. “Just a different kind.”

“See something you like?” you mutter to Roxy, whose eyes are on Karen’s ass.

Her response is to reach back and give you a light slap on your bare bottom.

It’ll take more than that to distract you. You have to go looking for Lisey, but where to search?

Try the University?

Or cruise the streets?