ONE HUNDRED AND SIX

Jenny slouched on the couch, her lower body positioned by the edge of the couch. There was a table beside her and on the table was a bottle of whiskey with an half filled glass. She had in her hand a cigarette. She glanced on the couch across her where Ashley laid on, her eyes closed.

As if Ashley could feel her stare, she opened her eyes and their gazes met. They stared at each other for a while until Ashley's lips curved into an half smile. "What?" She asked in a wondering tone.

Jenny merely shook her head, smoking her cigarette. "Nothing," she said. This was an habit of them sometimes. To be passed out on the couch in Jenny's house, doing nothing but drinking, smoking and probably talking or sleeping. In search of a topic to talk about, Jenny said, "Malvika is back."

Ashley's eyebrows shot up. "Back in New York?" she asked, a little bit surprised.

"Yes," Jenny answered, glad that she was interested in the gist. "She called me to tell me. We even met. She looks very different now