A knock on the door woke him up. His head feels heavy, heavier than his body, which made him feel like he was trying very hard to drag it away from his bed.
Something happened the night before that wasn't supposed to. He was sure of that. It was something regretful. Big ifs were flying in and out of his head and some could haves, plus lots of what might happen next that made it difficult for him to even answer a door call.
"Who could this be, knocking so early in the morning and it's Saturday," he murmured to himself as he opened the door.
"A hell of a night and the morning after, I guess," grinned Emil, as he slips past him and goes directly to the lazy couch, sat on it like he owns it and had it reclined.
"And by the way, this couch is sooooo gooood. I bet this costs much more than what you have in your monthly paycheck."
"It was a gift," he sighed. It was a lie that came out naturally from him. He could not remember when he had an honest to goodness answer.
"Really? From who? An imaginary friend?" Hey man….
"What do you need?" He cut him short.
There was a hint of irritation. Even if he tried to hide it, the mere presence of his friend that morning is enough to make him absolutely mad, a feeling that is very hard to conceal especially after what had happened.
Emil briefly stared at him, leaned forward and stood up. He was unsure of what to say or how to say it. There was something that bothers him, of which both are uneasy with that cannot be described by words alone.
Emil, in a serious very relaxed tone, poked him in the chest before he said to him, "Man, you are in big trouble."
They stood in complete silence.
"And I don't need anything from you, but there is something I want," Emil calmly continued as he sat down again.
He looked at him like a kid mesmerized with a magic trick wondering how it was done. He tried hard to remember the night before, what exactly happened, trying hard how Emil had been included in the picture.
He had it perfectly planned, everything went well without problems, exactly what he hoped for. But after that that went well there are things he himself is sure that happened but he can't remember.
And here comes Emil so early in the morning implying he somehow made a mistake that he had deviated from his perfect plan. Knowing him so long, Emil would never gamble, he told himself. He came here to get what he wants, and would never do it without a bargaining chip.
"Emil always gets what he wants," Emil interrupted his thoughts.
"And what does the great Emil wants," he quipped.
"Oh, nothing important. It is just something that you need to do for me to get you out of that mess, what you did last night, if you remember," his friend said.
"And what did I do exactly?"
"Wait, I'll rephrase it for you. What you did last night, and something I know and can do can help you get out from that mess but would require something that you do for me," Emil confidently said.
"I heard you, and the last time I checked, we speak the same language so tell me, what did I do last night?"
Emil was silent and he cannot judge if the great Emil would make up a story. He wasn't even sure what had happened that night. The problem would be on how to tell if Emil was telling the truth or not and true or not, Emil would use it to his advantage especially if he finds out he himself could not remember what happened that night.
"I need you to get Tiny's left pinky for me, literally," Emil said.
"And why would I do that?" He snapped.
"Because Tiny is on his way here to rip your chest open to get your heart out." He said casually.
"Why? If I may ask the great Emil?"
"You don't know or you don't remember?" Emil was getting uneasy. "You drank the whole club last night!"
Okay, there goes the bait, he told himself. Emil needs to find out if he does remember what he did last night. The more that he could not remember the more he needs to do for him.
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