At my favorite club.
The Kastle.
The same club he prevented me from getting to when heoriginallysummoned me.
Quick hack of the cameras in the surrounding area let me know we weren’t being pranked or led to our immediate deaths, but still.
Swimwearinthe city is sussy.
Real.Sussy.
The security at the door – who barely qualifies to do what he’s doing from the small search I conducted – doesn’t look up from his tablet nor does he ask for the information he needs.
He simply waits.
Impatiently.
I guess for me to speak.
“Um…Fiorenzo,” escapes me at the same time I nervously fidget with the ends of my neon leopard print swim trucks.“For uh…three, my guy.”
Stubby fingers stab the screen sparking my teeth to cringe.
Not how you should treat the poor thing.
No, it’s not my level of sweet and tasty, but she still doesn’t deserve to be slapped around.
Definitely not in front of me.
One grunt precedes a two-finger motion to let us through, something we make sure to quickly do.
The instant we cross the threshold, we’re assaulted by loud music, rave lights, and foam.
So.
Much.
Foam.
“It’s a foam party!!?”excitedly squeals Salay.
“Great,” grouses Garcia, “we’re gonna be fucking sticky.”
“We’re alwaysfucking…sticky…” taunts the woman in barely there jean shorts that theoretically hide her turquoise, string bikini bottoms.
“Eso no es lo que quise decir.”
“What I said is better than what you meant, Grumpy At Law.”
“Same tab,” I grumble prior to leading us towards the roped off VIP section I assume he’s sitting in.“We need to stay on thesame tab.” Nervousness darts through my limbs pushing my fingertips to tug at my white tank top covered chest.“Divide and destroy is theWeslingtonsinsignia.”
“Nice college essay word,” Salay teases over my shoulder.“Was it in your recommended reading section or one you heard your professor use during a lecture, so you had your chat bot define it in real time?”
There’s no stopping me from briefly meeting her gaze.“This total Betty brought it to my attench while we were reading about military sailing vesses.”
“Betty?”
“That’s the term the surf dudes use for hot chicks, yeah?”
