Everyone at the party knew not to mess with Jud when he lost his temper, which was often. More often than not when he got a couple sixers in him, the best thing to do was just hand him a beer and stay away. Jud wasn’t always so wild, and some of his friends were still adjusting to the man post Iraqi Freedom.
Right now he was trying to convince some blonde to come back to his trailer and see his purple heart. He jerked up his shirt to reveal three large slashes across his chest. The blonde ran her fingers along the scares. She matched Jud drink for drink and could not stop laughing.
“You’re a real American hero aren’t you?”
“Hell yes I am, I don’t know what the boys are gonna do with out me.”
Jud sucked down the rest of his beer, smashed the can against his head and tossed it across the room.
“Go get us another, girl.”
She staggered off laughing to her self and stroking her hips. Jud bleached scanning the crowd. His blonde was the best piece of pussy at this party. It was a pretty lame party, but the beer was free, and the blonde was impressed. He just sat for a moment, watching everyone mill around. Some black kid with a Mohawk plopped down next to him, and lit it a joint.
“Your name’s Jud right?”
“I’m Eric, I was a freshmen when you where a senior, I used to sell you pot.”
He looked more closely at the black kid’s faces and everything clicked.
“Yeah, yeah I know you. What’s up man?”
Eric was hitting his joint and couldn’t talk. He shrugged his shoulders and slipped a plastic bag in his hand.
“That’s just a sample, but its good shit. Here take my number.”
Jud hadn’t smoked grass since high school; he hit the joint twice and was already reeling. Then he realized his blonde still wasn’t back.
“I’ll be back.” He handed the roach back.
“See you later, Jud.”
He grabbed a case on his way out the door and scanned the perimeter. He stopped that ass a mile away. She was sitting against a truck and sobbing.
“Thought you could get away didn’t you, girl.”
She just looked at his confused. Then Jud realized it was his truck she was sitting against.
“Jud my dad’s just called, he’s mighty sore at me for coming to this party. You don’t know what he’s like when he’s mad Jud.”
“Does he ever hit you baby?” He handed her a beer like a question mark, even if he already knew the answer. He had a sister a lot like the blonde, he knew what to look for. She nodded and slammed back the beer.
“That’s all I needed to hear, get in the truck.” He tossed the keys at her, and slipped back into the party to steal more beer.