“Stop it! You’re going to knock into Steve!”
    “I always feel like a bull in a china shop in this apartment,” Ambrose snorted and put one of his horns through the drywall. At least that stopped him. “Look, look how he stares at you,” Ambrose commented as he wiggled himself loose. “Uncanny. He’s a statue but no matter where you are he’s staring at you, Carrie. He’s in love with you. Look at his beady little human eyes, his beady little human genitals, and his beady little human heart. It’s so sweet.”
I couldn’t speak. The way Ambrose said it, it wasn’t sweet at all. He grunted and panted with anger. And he was sweaty from the coke. It streamed from his hairline, dripping down his curved black horns.
    Suddenly, he did the unspeakable. His two back hooves shot out, kicking, and Steve the Statue tipped over. I watched Steve break into two halves. Ben and Anna just kept kissing on the kitchen counter.
Gasping for breath, I walked out — downstairs and out the front door.
    That was when Colleen arrived.
    We hadn’t invited her because of Ian. How could he get over her if she was right there?
    I saw her coming down the street with not one but two beasts in tow — a kurupi, and an enormous serpent. I’d heard a lot of harmless rumors about the kurupi. Ambling behind Colleen, I saw it was true that this short goblin man had a penis wrapped several times around his waist like a belt, exposed, curving over his torn woodsman’s clothing. I couldn’t believe how enormous it was: the head of it looped and tied through its own length. As the gossip went, he was a mischievous creature who snuck into girls’ rooms throughout South America, causing hundreds of mysterious pregnancies. His face was creased and hideous.
    But I barely had a moment to sneak a glance as the other beast took down a streetlight with its tail: red light smashed to the ground.
    The serpent, I realized, was Leviathan. Out of the dark, a dull light shone, her crocodile folds and eyes, like the eyelids of the morning. On dinosaur legs she slithered, tail extending half the block. She twisted her armored head and spouted fire, burning up the neighbor’s forsythia. In a tiny fenced garden overlooking the street, yellow blossoms bled blue smoke.
    “You can’t come here!” I shouted down the street.
    In spite of her high heels, Colleen started sprinting toward me. “Why didn’t you invite me? What the hell, Carrie!”
    Somewhere in one of Ambrose’s magazines, I had read that the Leviathan and the Behemoth would fight at end of the world.
    “Get out of here, now!” I shouted, but Colleen was already on the porch. “Now!” I tried forcibly to keep her out.
    She grabbed my arm and yanked me around, saying she thought I was her friend.
    “It’s not that!” I yelled. “Listen to me…”
    The kurupi became excited when he saw us tussling. I watched in horror as he unfastened his member and tried to slip it under Colleen’s skirt.
    “Not now…” She swatted it away. The thing seemed to hover almost like the serpent.