It almost worked. They snuck away from the crowd and slid through an exit door. The door should have had an alarm on it, but one of the bartenders at this particular club had told him that the door to the roof had the alarm switched off so that the staff could go up there and smoke whatever smokable substances they happened to have on hand. When the strobe lights went off, they went up the stairs.
Honestly, it was easier than he thought it would be.
“Did you ever fuck a star?” she said. Always classy.
“No,’ he said, and pulled her shirt over her head, “and I’m not about to start now.”
She tried to focus on him, eyes bleary and almost rotating in opposite directions. Johnny wasn’t sure that he had ever seen anyone that drunk and still standing. He hoped there weren’t any sparks, because he was pretty sure the alcohol on her breath would go up easy.
He had a moment then, when he almost stopped. She was standing there, naked on a rooftop, her vagina tattooed with flames, something he didn’t know from seeing her on television. He thought she was just about the saddest thing he’d ever seen, and she looked like a little girl.
“So are you going to fuck me or what, asshole?” she said, which broke the spell. He smiled at her and picked up her clothes.
“Yeah,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you.”
That was where it all went wrong or, as Johnny would come to think of it, where it all went right. She realized, despite her alcoholic haze, what he was doing as he chucked her stuff over the side. Even then, if he hadn’t grabbed her shoes, things would have went a lot differently.
“Not the Jimmy Choo’s!” she screamed, as the high priced shoes went over the edge. She dived for them, grabbing, and went right over the edge. Johnny tried to grab her, but she was over the edge and falling. As she fell, their eyes met and Johnny was pretty sure that she didn’t understand what was happening to her even as it happened to her.
The fall was four stories, and it might have been survivable in other circumstances. She landed on top of one of her Jimmy Choo shoes, the stiletto heel going right through her skull, and that was the end of that and the beginning of Johnny Getz’ true calling in life.