Short Story.... Part - I

"Shi'ite!!"

It had happened yet again...

'BB' had for the fourth time crashed his car in the same month...

I jerked awake to a sit-upright position, the phone still glued to my ear.

"Stupid F**ker got drunk again! I'm on my way to the hospital. I'm tired of bailing this asshole. That too at 6 in the f**king morning! You get there pronto!"

Limp's voice came through indistinct against the breeze. He really was in a hurry!

"I'll be there. Don't drive too fast & land up in a bed next to him."

I lazily staggered to the bathroom and threw some cold water on my face.
Stupid bitch always chooses a bloody Sunday to ruin!

'BB'... Short for 'Buffalo Butt'...
The name came into existence shortly after a hazardous experience in Goa. BB, having had a little more than his usual quota of Whiskey, swaggered out in the open & mooned three exquisitely dressed women, who were exceedingly hot, I might add.
One whole night spent explaining to the cops & making calls to gather as much bribe money as we possibly could, it was a trip to remember!
Anyway, BB stands for Buffalo Butt, his butt being very big and black.

As I changed & headed out to the car park, the dampness in the air was surprisingly cool and refreshing...
I wasn't used to waking up early I guess, making a mental note to visit the gym atleast once that week.

As soon as I stepped into the lobby, I noticed Limp sitting in the visitors' lounge talking to a heavily bandaged BB...

"You really are an asshole BB. Arivu Illa? (Don't have any sense?). Anyway, how bad is it?"

"Nothing major. Hero here, dislocated his shoulder & a few scratches. Nothing apart from that."

BB looked dishevelled. I would've bet anything he was still under the influence of alcohol. A strip of gauze ran right across his chest & stomach, wound round and round making him look a lot fatter than he actually was.

"Nice thoppai (stomach) da. Haha... Did you tell your dad?" I asked.

"Yeah... He wasn't too happy though. Anyway, no issues now."

"You think he'd be happy with you crashing the fourth car this month?"

BB's dad was a favourite among us all.

Spoiling his only son wasn't particularly a very bright idea which I'm sure he's slowly figuring out.
BB's built a kind of immunity where he believes any trouble he gets into would be solved by people around him. In short, he acts like a fussy little girl when he needs to get things done.

BB's dad owns a very large consultancy firm and is on the board of directors for atleast 6 companies... I think...
A recent merger with an international export house made him one of the most talked about business leaders in the city.

"Hey guys! You'll never guess who called me yesterday!"
Limp suddenly boomed drawing forth stern glances from a couple of attendants.

He mouthed a 'sorry' & continued in a hushed tone...
"Virgin called man! He's coming back from UK tomorrow."

"Are you serious? Shit! "
"We better warn all the women in Chennai. Hahaha..."

Veer Singh a.k.a 'Virgin' was pathetic... To say in the least.
Once a regular source of entertainment for us all, his definition of the common woman stands in short, 'an object of desire'. Countless very bad attempts at flirting and hitting on, he had never quite figured out the universal fact. To seek within reach.

I however, must explain Virgin isn't exactly a Demi-God. He's pretty much a sight for sore eyes. And the fact that he stands an unimpressive height of 5'5" doesn't really help.
As desperate as he was celibate, we all assured ourselves he would remain single & a virgin for a long time to come...

I still remember the day he left for Liverpool to get his MBA... He was pumped about the fact that the chicks there would be all over him. Poor guy had actually done a lot of research to figure out their habits & what Brit women liked & disliked... I had found it highly amusing.

.................................................. TO BE CONTINUED