Unnamed Journal Volume 3, Issue 3 - Page 17

Ulysses and the Fugitive 9 appreciate it." He kissed Nera, who gently and enthusiastically reciprocated. * * * Back on the playa, Nera had a renewed interest in the sights and sounds of the burn. She peppered Ulysses with questions about almost everything they came across: art installations, theme camps, The Man, The Temple, hair styles, makeup, music, and countless little things. Ulysses got a charge out of trying to answer each query, yet admitted when he didn't know. After hours of renewed exploration, they returned to camp. A light inside the pavilion told them Giles was in camp. Nera looked at Ulysses, who nodded to her as they walked up to the entrance. "Giles?" "Oi, Lee! How the fuck are you? Haven't seen you all day." Giles' wasn't slurring his words but he was definitely slowed by drink. He looked at Ulysses with a grin that widened when he saw Nera entering the pavilion just behind his friend. "I'm doing pretty good, thanks. Nera and I have just been paling around. Sorry we missed you earlier today." "That's okay. I took pretty good care of meself." Giles laughed at his own statement. "Ooh, did you two find one of those camps with a shower? Neither of you look terribly crusty." "Yeah, basically. We definitely availed ourselves of the conveniences built by others." Ulysses said. "Where was it? I might try to give it a go tomorrow." "Down by the RVs. Fair warning: I think we might have been some of the last ones in. The folks running the shower said they were running low on wash water." "Balls! Ah, well. Maybe I'll wander around down there tomorrow anyway. See if someone else has got some agua to spare. That's how you say it, right? Agua? How's me accent?" "Not bad. But I don't think you'll get a job interpreting at the U.N. just yet." "Fuck off! My Spanish is perfect. las cortinas están en llamas. Or how about, el baño está ubicado en la parte superior de la tarántula? Both Ulysses and Nera giggled at Giles. "Buddy, I don't know how to tell you this, but the drapes are, in fact, not on fire. We don't even have drapes in here. Nor do I know how to tell you that the bathroom is not located on top of the tarantula." He laughed. "Your accent did sound a bit better with those nonsense phrases, though." "I could get a job teaching fucking Spanish in a week. Watch me. I'll do it just to spite you, Lee." Giles' eyes held a maniacal gleam. "Yeah, well, I feel sorry for your students. Also, you'll have to tell me all about it because you'll be back in Sydney in a