Cursing, I spun around to find a very sloppy Bonnie giggling over some tech bro in head-to-toe Patagonia.
I approached with a scowl but Romeo missed it completely.
“Hey, man. I want to buy the lady here a drink.”
Straightening to my full height, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Seriously,man? Consent. Go look it up.”
His bright white smile slowly slid into frowny confusion. “What?”
I indicated the woozy blond at his side. “She’s barely upright. Get the fuck out of here.”
Tech Bro opened his mouth to argue but seemed to think better of it. He turned and went back to his table where four other similarly-dressed tourists booed his apparent inability to close the deal with a semi-conscious woman.
If Bonnie minded that I’d scared off her one-night-stand potential, she didn’t show it. Instead, she had a hand pressed to the skin at the base of her throat as she frowned down at the bar top. “I don’t feel so great.”
Fuck, I needed to get her gone.
I clapped once to get her attention. That felt like something a teacher would respond to. “Listen up, buttercup. Since you won’t tell me where you live, I’m taking you upstairs.”
She was still pale but she visibly perked up. “Ohhh, what’s upstairs?”
“It’s where I live.”
“I can vouch for him,” Kayla said, suddenly materializing at my side.
Bonnie’s brows furrowed as she looked between the two of us. But then she released a long breath that I thought might knock her off her chair. “Okay, fine. But can I have the rest of that samosa?”
