Fifty-One

It's all over.
My phone rings. Kirsten. The girl I slept with last night.
She's a tourist and Kirsten's not even her real name. She told me.
I forgot it the second I poured my fertilizer in her. I actually saved her number as Hotel Fuck.
"Hello," I say.
"Hey, Tiger," she purrs. "I'm still in bed. Come join me."
At first, I don't know how to respond to that. The invite is not particularly enticing.
"Thanks but no. Bye."
I blink, surprised when she shouts, "Daniel, wait." Her voice is very unpleasant. "We had a great time last night. I thought we could go again tonight. To a club?"
"I don't do dates. Not my poison."
"Okay, then." There's a smile in her voice. "I'm not looking for anything permanent either. Come over?"
"Look...?" I sigh, waiting for her to tell me her name.
"Kira," she says, frustrated. "My fucking name's Kira."
"Yes, Kira." I say, irritated that I bothered to answer her call. What did I expect? "Last night wasn't all that great for me. Definitely not something I'd ever want to repeat."
"Fuck you."
"You already have. As I said it wasn't something to rave about." My facial muscles hurt so bad from fighting a grin, but I don't care. "Last night I was stressed. I needed to release. You helped with that. Thanks."
"You're such an asshole."
I'm honoured.
"Glad you noticed." I say, not even bothering to stop rolling my eyes. "Please lose my number."
"Consider it done you jerk."
I smile. "Okay....then. Bye, sweetheart."
Silence. She doesn't end the call. Neither do I. Maybe she's hoping I'll change my mind. I don't. On the other end of the line, there's rummaging, a skhhh sound. She inhales. Smoking. Last night we did five joints of weed between us. We were so stoned that the sex was messy . No one ever enjoys those. Two long minutes, she mumbles a goodbye.
"Wait...did you find the condom?"
Silence greets me except a long exhale of smoke. "Yeah. It was lost in me. Took a pill, just in case."
I exhale. Relaxing. But see how messy the sex was?
"Oh and Kisha?"
"Yes?" She says. "And for God' sake, my name is Kira."
"You really shouldn't go around fucking with strangers, on strange countries." I light my own cigarette. Take a drag. "There are tons of bad things that could've happened last night."
"What are you saying?" For the first time, she sounds scared. "That you wanted to hurt me?"
That's exactly what I'm saying.
"I'm saying that as fun as it may be to just get it on with strangers," I say in a hushed voice because in the rearview mirror I find Miles staring at me with those big, judgemental eyes. He's old enough to be my dad. "Don't be so loose, next time."
"OMG. You're such a dick."
"D.I.C.K...?" Hmm. "Daniel is cunning and knavish. Dick."
"You just made an acronym." She says, astonished, before she hangs up, she spits, "What kind of a sick person are you?"
A rhetorical question and even if it wasn't, she doesn't wait for the answer. Great idea.