Estrella

The cold night called Gordon, Wonder,T.S. and Shaggy to the Royal to warm them with hard alcohol. The music was loud as usual and the pulse of the bar carried a beat that the four of them rode like a rouge wave. They were buzzing, the dance floor was filling, their glasses filled and spilling. T.S. was ranting some obscure poetry, Wonder was blowing hot on Gordon's ear and Shaggy was looking to smoke another.
A young latin girl danced alone, spinning circles, her dark hair a drift, Gordon and Wonder began dancing with her. She was alone so they invited her to their table as the song ended, she was pissed drunk and speaking gibberish. She said things that didn't make sense, something about revenge and mentioned that her father shouldn't have tried to fuck her. Then she started puking. Wonder and Gordon escorted her outside for some fresh air. By this time she was crying and saying she shouldn't have done it. Snot and saliva flowed from her nostrils and mouth, she started heaving and let go of the nights drinks on Gordon's shirt.
"I'm so sorry, you are very nice people and I am so far from home and I have done something so terrible".
"Don't worry the shirt can be washed, it's not a big deal."
"I can't change what I've done, and now he's dead, I've come all this way to meet him, all the way from Mexico City and now he's dead."
What are you talking about, who's dead?' Wonder asked.
"Oh what do you care? I shouldn't have said anything, but he was my father and he tried to have sex with me, my mother told me it would not be worth the journey, but I never thought it would be this bad, and now he's dead."