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Shawnee Drake and Emma Morin both grinned wide smiles at me.
I laughed, holding my arms out. “It’s good to see you girls.”
“Good to see you too.” Shawnee reached me first, giving me a hug. She pulled away just as Emma pulled me into her arms.
She sighed, petting my head. “If only you liked pussy.”
I laughed harder. “You’d be the first I’d call.”
She pulled away from me, keeping her hands on my shoulders. “Something’s wrong.”
I hesitated, looking between her and Shawnee. “No. Why would you say that?”
Shawnee placed her elbow on Emma’s shoulder. “She’s been playing with her tarot deck again.”
“Did they tell you anything decent?” I asked Emma. Not that I believed in that sort of thing, but I still found I was curious just the same.
“They said that I’ll find happiness.” Her smile widened. “And I have. With my girls.” She hooked her arm around Shawnee’s shoulders, pulling her closer and kissing her cheek.
All of us laughed.
The hairs on the back of my neck suddenly tingled. I looked over my shoulder, finding Vince standing at the bar, looking my way. He tipped his beer toward me, giving me a nod.
My stomach fluttered. I blew him a kiss.
He grinned.
“Oh is that him?” Emma asked. “He’s cute. Not that men do it for me, but he really is.”
“He’s sweet and nice too,” I told her. “Which helps.”
Shawnee scoffed. “No fucking kidding. Men these days want one thing and one thing only. Just because I dance and take off my clothes for a living, doesn’t mean shit. It does not mean that I’m easy.”
“Alright, sweetheart.” Emma grabbed her hand, patting the top of it. “Take a deep breath.”
Shawnee inhaled, letting it out slowly.
“Better?” Emma raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah.” Shawnee scowled. “Just annoying.”
“I get that,” I told them. Just then, I saw Vince approaching us. The closer he got, the harder my heart raced.
“Hello, ladies.” He smiled as he neared us.
“Hello there, handsome.” Shawnee waggled her eyebrows.
Vince chuckled, coming to my side and sliding his fingers in mine, then kissed my cheek. “Hi,” he whispered.
“Hi.” I stepped into his side, a sense of relief washing over me just from his mere touch.
Shawnee pulled a lipstick tube from her back pocket. It was a deep blood red. The only makeup she ever wore outside of when she performed. With her face bare, her dark freckles showed. The men loved them, so she always used it to her advantage. When she finished applying her lipstick, she stuck out her hand. “Shawnee but the boys call me Amethyst.”
“And I’m Emma.” Emma gave me a wink. “Men don’t call me, but the ladies do, and they call me over and over and over and over—”
Shawnee gently shoved her.
“And over,” Emma added.
