Racist as fuck.

Brad took a swig of his beer. “So,” he said, wiping his lip with the back of his hand, “Kelly here is Chinese. What flavor of Asian are you?”

“Excuse me?” Traci was caught a little off guard by his directness. But in a way it was kind of refreshing, she supposed. At least it wasn’t yet another white person asking her where she was really from.

“What kind of Asian are you?” Brad asked. “You a Chink—uh, Chinese like Kelly?”

“Um, no, I’m Korean,” Traci answered. Was she hearing Brad correctly? Did he really just use a racial slur like that so casually? No, that couldn’t be. Kelly didn’t seem to be bothered—surely she’d be just as upset.

No, I must have misheard, Traci thought.

“Oh nice,” Charlie said. “Never had a Goo—a Korean.”

Brad nodded. “Yeah, nice. Korean’s my favorite flavor.”

“Heh, I’d love a taste of Korean,” Keith chimed in.

The guys all nodded and laughed.

Brad finished off his beer and gestured at the waitress before turning his attention back to the table. “Dated a Korean girl during my first year here at Williamston—fuck if I can remember her name, though. Sunny? Sun Mi? I dunno, something like that. I don’t think her parents liked me very much. Her dad definitely didn’t, anyway. But I had a lot of fun with her.”

Keith shot him a sly look. “Define ‘fun times…’”

Brad smiled broadly. “That girl loved to suck. Couldn’t get down on her knees fast enough!”

Traci squirmed uncomfortably. She wasn’t particularly thrilled with the direction this conversation was going down.

When the waitress arrived, Brad ordered another round of beer for the table.

“So, you girls single, or what?” Charlie asked.

Kelly answered very quickly, “I am so single!”

“Nice.” Charlie turned to look over at Traci. “How about you?”

“Umm, no, I have a boyfriend.”

“Too bad,” Keith said.

Brad grabbed some peanuts from the bowl at the center of the table. “Yeah, so did that Korean girl I dated. Not for long though. Once she got a taste of some white meat, she really developed a craving for it, if you know what I mean. Dropped that little loser boyfriend of hers to slobber on my knob every chance she could. But that’s how those Asian girls are, you know?”

“Haha nice!” Charlie whooped before doing a quick fist bump with Brad.

“Yeah,” Brad said, “pretty sure she’d sucked me off in every room of their house. Once we were in her parents’ bedroom about to go at it. I’d just fingered her into a frenzy and pushed her down on her knees, and her fucking mom starts coming up the stairs calling for her. We got dressed and hurried out but I’m pretty sure the mom knew what was going on. Stared at me real funny every time I was over after that. But not pissed at me, exactly. More like...I don’t know, curious?”

“Mom wanted a taste of some white meat too huh?” Charlie was leaning forward with an excited grin.

Keith flicked a peanut at Brad. “You’re so full of shit!”

Brad just laughed it off. “Hey maybe I’m off-base.”

“Or,” Charlie drawled out, “you missed out on getting some hot MILF action. Or better yet, some mother-daughter action!”

Brad shrugged. “Who the fuck knows. Heh, maybe I’ll go check in on Mrs. Choi one of these days. Just in case. She was pretty fuckable, for a forty-something year old.”

Charlie was nodding enthusiastically. “Fuck yeah dude. She’s probably itching for some white cock after a lifetime of Asian dick.”

Traci felt her cheeks flush slightly. This was all so inappropriate. Why were they talking about this? The casualness of such vulgar statements was appalling—and why did Kelly seem OK with all of this? Traci felt like maybe she should just leave. But her head felt like it was full of cotton balls, and the room was swaying just a bit. She gripped the edge of the table to steady herself.

“What about you girls?” Charlie was talking again. “You go for the big white sausages, or you satisfied with those little yellow eggrolls?”

“You’re so nasty,” Kelly said but she was giggling.

“I think we can guess which one you prefer,” Keith said with a smile. “What about you Traci?”

Things were thankfully, interrupted by the arrival of the waitress with the next round of drinks. Although not a beer drinker, Traci was grateful for the distraction and quickly grabbed one of the pints and began drinking so she wouldn’t have to answer such a disgusting question.

“Well look at you,” Brad said in an approving tone. “Didn’t expect you to be so thirsty!”

“Go on, girl,” Kelly encouraged.

The next couple of hours seemed to crawl by. After the initial **** on her pint, Traci did her best to nurse the remainder of her beer, strategically taking small (and slow) sips whenever the topic drifted into uncomfortable territory. When Traci had endured as much of the conversation as she thought possible, she looked over at Kelly, ready to suggest that they leave. Brad was standing behind her with his hands resting on her curvy hips, whispering in her ear. Kelly gasped softly, then smiled.

Traci reached out and took her roommate’s wrist. “Kelly!”

“Hm?”

“It’s getting late,” Traci said sternly. “We should go.”

“Hmm?” Kelly repeated.

Traci tightened her grip around Kelly’s wrist. “Please—can we just…go?”

“OK, fine.” She turned around and gave Brad a hug. “I guess it’s time for us to go.”

She watched as Brad moved one hand move down to cup Kelly’s butt and give it a long, firm squeeze. He leaned in to whisper in her ear again but this time it was loud enough for Traci to hear, “see you soon my little Chink.”

Kelly giggled, then finally let herself be led away from the table. Traci found the walk difficult, with the room spinning even more than it had before. Kelly ended up having to take the lead.

“Wow, you are real lightweight aren’t you?” Kelly said with a snort. “Come one then, let’s get you in bed before you fall over.”