Evan Dunlap: A Short Story

Evan Dunlap by all accounts is not your average man. He is good-looking, sharply dressed, and has a witty charm to the point where he is simply unforgettable, unless of course he wants you to forget him. Growing up, Evan had always been stronger than his size lets on, he was always a bit taller than other kids his age, and he exuded a charisma that naturally seemed to draw people to him like a magnet. Most guys who knew Evan wanted to be him and all the ladies wanted to be with him. To others, Evan seemed to always have the uncanny ability to know just the right thing to say and when to say it, the art of persuasion he had mastered at a very young age. Luck you could call his best friend—as loyal as they come. Yes, Evan Dunlap
“If I didn’t see you come in here and do this every day with my own eyes, I’d never believe it.” “And?” asked Evan. “And five hundred and ten dollars and…” said Adil. Evan just smirked while looking sinister. Adil then inserted a key into a cash drawer that sat below the state lottery machine, its lock disengaged with a pop as the key was given a slight turn. He then counted Evan’s money before handing it over to him. Evan added the cash to the currency he already had on him and then he pocketed the entire bundle into the trousers of his seersucker suit. “Where you off to now?” asked Adil. Evan looked at his watch; a diamond-encrusted Rolex and said, “Just a little after twelve o’clock. I’ll probably head out to the Pussy Corps for a beer or two. I got a girl there, Misty, that I keep an eye out for when she dances. She supposed to be opening up the place.” “Fuck, man, I wish I had your life,” Adil said with jovial shake of his head. Evan walked to the door of the bodega and stopped just before heading out. He then glanced back over his shoulder at Adil. “Hey, Adil,” he said, letting his voice rise a