"We're back at it again freaks! If you didn't see my latest storytime podcast about running into Kiddo, you're missing out on some good content. That's neither here or there - I have the house party nerd right here!" Duce said extremely close to his mic, getting further away from it before screaming, "and you're up!"
Kiddo's eyes shot open, his lips shivered and he turned over to face Duce's mic, slightly rolling his chair across the circular wooden table in Duce's small kitchen.
"Hey people, it's yours truly! The tech geek -"
Ava listened to the live podcast through her phone, sitting on her pink cloud of a bed and staring at a camera lens directly in front of her. Her eyes narrowed and her head tilted to the left.
"Tech geek with the big meat?" She finished, laughing and continuing her reaction video.
"The quality on this is hella good," she finished before turning back to the phone.
"Should I give Duce the honors of a VIP section?" Kiddo said into the mic before drawing his face back where he could comfortably show off the posture of a trickster, forming a devilish grin and staring at his host as if he'd been daring him to do something.
"We'll see about that one. Everyone knows that I'm a busy man," Duce said as an untruthful rebuttal.
"Too busy to spend time with the kid? Damn my guy," the party geek responded, looking around at the small kitchen sinking in on him.
"Well guys, that'll be all. This discussion will be continued next week. Enjoy this free preview of what our topic will be until then!" Duce said dismissively and shakily.
His body drew back from his mic and he sighed, loudly.
"Aren't you known for promising streams that never happen?" Kiddo asked rhetorically. His tone made Duce shudder. It wasnt through a mic anymore, but instead, a face to face talk without the workings of glamour.
"You are unintentionally invasive. Do you always project yourself onto people?" Duce asked in an attempt to flip the trajectory of the discussion between Kiddo and himself.
Kiddo smiled, drew one hand over the table and raised his middle finger above the other meat sticks.
"Get your shit monetized, or meet me in that party so I can help you pay that rent coming up," Kiddo responded, pushing himself out of his chair to stand, only to bang his head on a cabinet slightly above a little steel sink.
This little fuck of a kitchen, Kiddo thought.
He pushed his way through the kitchen's back door, throwing a balled up flyer at Duce before escaping into the night.
It was warm out, always pushing the limits of hotness during Halloween season in New Orleans.
Kiddo took his phone from the pocket of his black denim jeans, struggling against the fitted material before pulling the device out of his pocket.
He swiped open the device using his index finger, tapping the Lyft app as soon as the screen opened to the main menu.
All he had to do now was wait, longer than he had anticipated after putting in his payment information.
"Why does my shit keep restarting?" He mumbled to himself before looking around to check his surroundings.
Vacant. Not a single soul.
Clouds hovered beneath the moon, increasing the block with darkness that distant street lights only made worse. Kiddo's brown skin turned into a bright silver underneath the illuminating glare of his revealing predicament.
Why'd he feel so shaken up?
"Why so tense?" He heard call out to him from a figure directly across the street.
His eyes must've been failing him, and his ears couldn't decipher the ambiguity of who he heard. The person wasn't there just a moment ago, and Kiddo knew it, drawing back to his phone.
Dave is one minute away, he thought in reassurance.
Kia Sorento, a blue one, his mind jumbled, making him smile with relief as he did. He reminded himself that the world was a familiar place — here he was, shaken up with uncertainty that shifted away as soon as he saw his ride pull down the very familiar street; He couldn't help but realize how the walk to his pickup spot seemed further than it felt.
The car swiped cleanly near the sidewalk and the window to the passenger seat rolled down.
"You're Kiddotreaux?" The driver questioned, the voice reminding the startled male of his new crossroad acquaintance. He looked over the car, forcing his head out the window to look across the street at the pedestrian who questioned him earlier.
He was still there.
Kiddo felt sick, uneasy. His head motioned back down into the window, where he saw a feminine figure look at him, their pale skin throwing him into an increasingly observatory state.
"Kiddo, yeah. No need for formalities," Kiddo said as he made his way into the passenger seat.
His wandering eyes urgently shot up towards the rear view mirror — its like he was commanded to do so by a ninja nerve in his brain.
A large human sized load of candy spread in the backseat of the vehicle, dressing the black leather with vibrant gems of hard and soft delights.
"Take some, Kiddo," the driver said to his surprise.
Must've saw me looking at the mirror, Kiddo assumed, reaching back and grabbing a packaged candy rope, unwrapping it before taking a large bite into the chewy treat. It was acidic, almost like soda, but still fruity.
Has an unusual gushy quality to it, staining Kiddo's teeth an ichor-ish shade of crimson.
"You're smart, Kiddo, you picked the best one," The driver praised.
"Never saw it before. Where you get it?" Kiddo questioned, his curiosity peaking.
"I make it. I can bring a lot to one of your big parties, maybe even supply you with my special candy rain," the driver said, sliding a card across Kiddo's leg.
The gloved hand sent a chill down his thigh, he flinched, not understanding whether or not his privacy had been invaded.
"Looks like you know me well. Halloween party, I'll give you a call. You come and make it a candy wonderland," Kiddo said, gripping the card between two fingers and slid it into his pocket.
The ride was seemingly over.
"Quick ride. You must be a lazy one," the driver laughed before getting a dismissive look from Kiddo, who had already been on his way out of the door.
"You have a good one!" Kiddo yelled, turning to walk backwards as he waved at the now distant lyft driver.
"I'm going to broadcast your Halloween party. I need the money," Duce said through Kiddo's speaker.
"Got a sweet tooth Ducey Juicy?" Kiddo asked, digging into his pocket.
"I'm not sure how I should reply to that," Duce responded in a confused manner.
After a while, Kiddo's black sneakers found their way in front of his house, standing on the grass just outside of his porch. He withdrew the card from his pocket before walking up the stairs and sitting on an old chair that allowed him to look back at the house across the street.
"Got a guy coming with a bunch of candy. Never too old to get some sugar right?" Kiddo asked while giggling.
Duce's end went mute, his eyes directed themselves outside of his window, which made him lose focus of the phone call.
Duce's body lowered beneath his laptop.
From the kitchen window, he could see the front of his house, and what was a large box gift wrapped outside with a large red bow.
He jolted from the kitchen to the front door, hitting and sliding against walls as he did.
It was almost as if he'd never closed it, as if he'd walked through the door the get the box and real it in.
Gift wrap flew everywhere. And the red bow had been sticking to his leg.
How he opened it that roughly didnt matter.
"Candy. So much candy!" Duce shrieked. He grabbed a note that rested on top of a plethora of shiny and colorful treats that he could probably lay in if he put his knees to his chin.
Let's make this our special night.
Can't wait to see you!
Duce's eyes shot open with excitement.
This is why he asked about the sweet tooth! I even got a nickname! Duce thought. He wrapped his fingers around a handful of soft and hard treats, running back to the phone in his kitchen.
"You should have told me you were going to leave gifts! Can't wait to see you!" Duce yelled into the speaker before his phone died.
Kiddo's eyes narrowed and his head tilted to the side.
"What the fuck?"
A few giggles escaped his mouth as he stared at the card, setting his phone down.
Discreet and Effective Business
"Maybe somebody found this service before I did," Kiddo said with an abrupt grunt to end the observation.
Now what the fuck was Duce talking about? He continued to think.
He shook his head, finally walking into his house and taking his shoes off beside the door once he was inside. Kiddo sat in front of the door, placing his head in his lap before falling asleep.
The sofa seemed too far.