Rachel Eckermann 6

Matt Damon and Cherlize Theron were also present at the party. Slowly, they worked their way into Etienne's coterie. They let them in. "How are you," Matt asked Etienne. "Who are you?" she asked. She really had too much to drink and did not recognize him. "Matt Damon. This is Cherlize." "Oh... Nice to meet you." Matt shook her hand casually. He did not like kissing people. "Great Party!" he said. Etienne frowned. She hated talking about a party when she was in a party. "You're an actor, right?" "Yes." She tried to remember what movie he was in, but could not think about anything. "Do you mind if I bring you a drink?" he asked. "Absolute Vodka with pink lemonade," she blurted. Matt retrieved the drink from the bar and slid two acid tabs into the drink. "To Etienne," he said loudly. "To Etienne," everyone in her coterie followed. She gulped it down. It tasted delicious. "Matt, why don't you escort me to the restroom?" Matt took her hand and gripped it firmly and escorted her. Etienne kissed him on the lips. He drew himself away. "I'm married, you know. My wife would kill me if someone kissed me." She found him humorous. "Here's the restroom. I'll wait outside." The restroom looked slightly different than usual, but she went in anyway. The door locked immediately. The lights to a small table turned on brightly. Claire was sitting there. "Who are you, Etienne?" "And who are you?" "I am your alterego." "You must be fucking joking me." "No I am quite serious. Please sit down." "I have to pee." "Just pee in your panty." "What?" "No one else is here." She could feel a ghostly presence in the darkness and she was afraid. She began to pee in her panty. It felt nice like a warm shower. "It's so cold here. You don't look like me. How can you be my alterego?" "Alteregos don't have to look the same." "You're so boring." "I'm not here for your entertainment." "What happened to Matt?" "What Matt? Are you having delusions?" "What delusions? Are you fucking with me?" "No, I'm just saying that there is no Matt." "So all reality is subjective?" "No. Just our interpretations." "Is Matt an interpretation?" "Yes, your interpretation of celebrities." "What is a celebrity?" "They are types of individuals represented on the grand stage of cinema." "But that is an interpretation." "Yes. You're catching on." "Yes, I'm rather brilliant." "Maybe if you cut off an ear or 2, you could be a real Van Gogh." "What are you trying to say, that I'm sadistic?" "Yes. But that too is only an interpretation." "Yes, that's why you need God, to drive you out of your subjectivity." "Fuck you!" Etienne lit a cigarette and then took out the thin metal pin with deadly poison inside of it. "Etienne, don't." "Why?" "It's your sense of desperation and hopelessness that drives you to kill." "You don't have any fucking idea what I've been through." "If I experienced all that you've experienced, then I would be you." "Then what is the point of an alterego." "I am what you deny about yourself." "I deny nothing." "Then you become nothing. You explode." Etienne sat down and looked into Claire's eyes. There were like deep voids. "You do look like me." "Don't stare too deeply into my eyes lest you go insane." "Let's go insane." "You hurt my feelings." "Kiss me." "She kissed Etienne and she really tasted delicious, especially her tongue." Claire stopped. "I'm not a lesbian." "Congradufuckulations. You're a genius." There was a small microphone attached behind Claire's eardrums. "Ask her about her panty." Rachel whispered. "Tell me about your panty?" asked Claire. "What about my panty?" "Did you buy it on sale?" "No. Do you think I'm a retard. Someone bought it for me." "Whom?" "A French actor." "Are celebrities fetishes to you?" "No." Etienne took out a cigarette and then almost snuffed it out on Claire's eye. Claire quickly grabbed her wrist and twisted it. "You don't have to be so mean." "Point taken." "You're not so bad. What should I call you?" "Eddie." "Funny name for a girl." "It's the masculinization of your name." "Really. You're so smart."