The Impotent Banana

Banana pays. Pear decides. The jewelry case is only the beginning.

A look from Pear is enough to empty the card and the dignity.

Yellow gloves at the register. The machine waits. So does she.

You're absolutely useless — and the night is just getting started.

Durian is the richest fruit in the room. Banana feels it.

Orange on his arm. Pear on his case. No one is safe.

A surgeon's hands, a surgeon's salary, a pear's appetite.

Leopard print, red heels, and a bill that does not bounce.

Checkout never ends when Pear is in the queue.

The necklace is small. The silence after it is not.

Don't look at Orange. Don't look at Durian. Look at the card.

Soft fruit, hard night. The suite upstairs is already booked.

The limit is a number. Pear does not believe in numbers.

Durian smiles like a closed door. Banana knocks anyway.

Smile anyway. The camera is rolling. The debt is real.

Room service for two. Only one of them is hungry.

Last bite of the evening. Pear does not share.

The bill arrives. Banana already knows the total.

Ripe means ready. Ready means there is no going back.