They kept yelling the phone number; a pair of girls waving from a balcony on the fourth floor across the street to the left; a single girl across to the right, another two watching TV on our far right. The latter weren’t amused to have their show interrupted, but oh well.

With all the immediate options for hollering at exhausted, we settled into playing some card games that involved just as much shouting, just aimed at each other. Shots, as penalties, appeared with an impressive rapidity

The doorbell rang, and without waiting for an answer a group of five girls walked into the apartment and cruised upstairs. Leading was a well-fed brunette with small breasts and looked very young, although I guessed she was about 22. She was wearing expensive clothes that attempted to give her some shape and had the look of entitlement on her face that only single children with rich parents have. Following were a pair of blondes, one in jeans and the other in a green shirt that somehow turned into shorts. Both had great smiles, better legs and looked to be about 20. Behind the blondes was a pair of girls with braces that looked way too young. They weren’t interested in either drinking or talking, and I was thankful for both.

Fabiola, with the shorts showing off amazing legs asked me where I was from, and she immediately had some playfully snide comments when I said California. Confused by her shit talking and surprisingly good English, I asked where she had studied in the U.S.

“Kansas?” I exclaimed. “What the fuck would you ever want to do in Kansas?”

“You know nothing. Kansas is great, everyone there was very fun.”

“Assuming you could even find someone. Did you live on a farm?”

“There are lots of cities in Kansas.”

“Sure, but did you live on a farm?”

“No.”

“How big was your town?”

“I don’t know. Maybe 3,000 people.”

“Okay, so there were farms everywhere. You were in the middle of nowhere.” She looked pissed at this point, so I got up to get a pair of beers and came back.

“You look like a redneck.” She said this casually, but it pissed me off. I was wearing a shirt that I had artfully removed the sleeves from, black jeans and Vans. Hardly my idea of a redneck, and I told her so.