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is standing there with
Trick. I gave the boys the night off because I want the girls to
enjoy themselves tonight and when we we’re celebrating at lunch the
other day everyone seemed to get along really well.
Trick takes a seat next to Lola but Ghost remains scowling at
Natalie who is staring right back at him. Oh damn, it’s a stare off. I’m
just about to tell Ghost to sit the hell down when Nat straightens
her back, leans her head forward slightly, and scowls theatrically
hard at him.
I can’t believe my ears when I hear him chuckle behind me. Ghost
isn’t what many would call a people person. But he has his
reasons.
He rolls his eyes at her and plonks himself into the seat next to
her.
Everyone has a drink and starts conversations with each other and I
find myself listening to answers Tina gives to the questions asked
of her.
I find out she’s lived in New York two years, formerly a California
girl. She’s twenty eight. Nat shares Tina’s apartment with her. She
has a cat named Bear. Her dad lives in Cali but her Mom’s passed
away. That’s too bad. She and Nat have been friends for as long as
they can remember and they’re both of Croatian descent. She also
advises that she’s a lightweight and to not let her drink more than
three drinks.
Two hours pass and we’re all still deep in conversation with each
other. Tina is on her third drink and I won’t let her drink anymore
tonight. Ghost is not much for conversation but he seems to be
listening to whatever Nat is talking to Mimi about. Everything is
going well and I’m glad we’re all getting to know each other better
because these girls are the shit . And I can’t stop looking at
Tina.
She’s beautiful and she looks so relaxed, laughing so hard she
almost chokes on her drink. I rub up and down her back and her
skin’s bare. Her skin is so soft. Jeezus. I like these girls. A
lot. They are real deal kind of girls. Nice girls who like to have
good conversation. No drama kind of girls. My kind of girls. And
then…
“You fucking asshole!”
***
    “ You fucking asshole!” The
entire booth turns to face the shrill
voice. Oh, dear
god! There at the end of the booth
stands She-Devil.
Miss I-Wanna-Return-My-Three-Hundred-Dollar-Ruined-Dress.
Nik’s face turns hard as he snarls, “Sissy, what the fuck are you
doin’ here? I told you, it’s done.”
Her scowling face turns to mine. She asks, “So, you fuckin’ her
now?”
Nik’s reply makes my stomach knot, “None of your damn
business.” Damn it, why didn’t he say
No! She-Devil Sissykins smirks at Nik
and leans forward a little and states tartly, “I am going to make
your life a living hell.” Oh, Hell
no. That shit doesn’t fly. I stand up
and out of the booth, I’m immediately flanked by my girls and we
stand tall.
Nat speaks first, “Oh, hell no, Hoochy Spice. You do not come into this man’s
club,” she points her thumb back at Nik, “and start shit while he’s
hosting a private party. You got shit to say to him, you wait for
an appropriate time or make an appointment to see him. What you
don’t do is bring your two dollar made-in-china silver hair
extensions to our booth and make a fuss like a five year
old.”
Mimi speaks next, “And there is no way you’ll do anything to make
his life a living hell, either. I know you think he’s your man or
some shit but have some dignity and move on graciously,
bitch.”
Lola turns it up a bit, “And if we find out you’ve done anything to
make any of these guy’s lives harder than it should be,” she
whispers loudly, “we’ll come after you.”
I hide the fact I’m flushed, itchy as hell, and finish it up, “I
know you’ve got no problem starting something here where you can
talk big but I promise you,” I take a step closer to her, “you do
not want to take us on. Because back there,” I point my thumb back
at Nik, “you’ve got a man who won’t lay a finger on you. But right
here, you’ve got four angry women just itching to