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"Oh nothing," I sigh as we move forward in line. "I've chosen revenge instead of depression is all."
Lily claps her hands together while bouncing on her heels in excitement. "That's my girl! What's the plan? Fuck some other guy in their club? Oh! In the bathroom. Wait, no, that defeats the purpose: a hallway where they have cameras. No, no. That's not good enough." Her eyes dart back and forth while she plots out my future, an evil gleam glinting in her eyes. "Okay, I say you just go for it. Balls to the wall, guns blazing, no holds barred, full stea—"
"Okay! I get it!" I cry out, hands flying into the air. "You've made your point. You want me to fully commit to your plan of public nudity and debauchery, but I'm not sure about fucking a stranger in the middle of a club. You know, with the threat of being arrested and all."
My deadpanned statement earns me an eye roll, as if indecent exposure isn't a big deal.
"Pish-posh. It's not like you don't have the money for bail."
"Jesus, Mary, and, Joseph,” I mutter, rubbing the space between my brows. “Where is my sister and what have you done with her?" My astonishment makes us both fall into a fit of laughter. Lily is the biggest and worst meddler in the world, and she has absolutely no limits when it comes to getting her way. Sometimes, she's downright manipulative. The only reason she gets away with it is because the shit she does is usually with her loved ones' best interest at heart.
We make it to the front of the line fairly quickly with no issues getting in. I'm not too ashamed to admit that for a brief second, I feared that I'd be on some sort of blacklist, like the guys gave my photo to their employees, ensuring I wouldn't be able to get in. I know it's a silly thought, but these past few months have driven me slightly insane. Who am I kidding? Slightly?
The theories about who and what these men are, after the way they left things, have driven me nuts. What if they knew I overheard their hushed conversation that morning? They were so adamant about keeping their private lives private. That was fucked up by just one phone call, a call that made all three of them jump from my bed and practically sprint out of my apartment.
In my weakest moments, when I allow myself to wallow in my memories and the dirty, filthy,incrediblethings they did to my body, my mind is always distracted by a barrage of questions and theories. So far, I've come up with criminals, gangsters, mercenaries, spies, government officials, undercover operatives or military. Even one night when I was super drunk, I added superheroes to the list. I snort in my head; that was a night.
I'd immediately berated myself for such an idiotic thought. The only superpowers those three sex-on-a-sticks have are their magical tongues, wicked mouths, and downright explosive cocks.
Lily pulls me out of my ridiculous mental spiral by tugging me through the packed club. It's way busier than it was the last time I was here, but all the bodies in the world couldn't distract me from the nostalgia I feel. From the exposed beams to the Eddison string lights and stained concrete floors; this place is forever ingrained into my brain.
Wasting absolutely no time, Lily drags me up to the long, modern bar and pushes me toward an open stool. I heft myself up, careful not to get my heels stuck in the foot bar running beneath the counter. I feel the urge to look around, but I refuse to let myself do so. I know exactly what, orwho,I'd be looking for if I did, and I haven't hadnearlyenough alcohol to deal with that run-in.
"What can I get you girls?" the bartender asks, pulling my unfocused and slightly panicked gaze toward her. She looks vaguely familiar, but I can't quite place her. Shaking myself out of whatever direction my brain keeps pulling me, I smile at her and order a few shots of vodka. I throw in another Long Island since it's what I was drinking at the restaurant. Lily laughs, shaking her head, but orders the same.
The bartender offers me a sweet smile and heads off to fill our order. Her long, straight, mousy brown hair and large framed glasses cover her face, and I can't fight the thought that maybe that's intentional, like she wants to disappear.
It's that thought that makes recognition wash over me like a tsunami. She was the bartender the last time we were here. I remember that she was quiet but kind and I had the same thought the last time we saw her. She seems like the last person who'd work in a place like this. Voluntarily, at least.
Lily takes the seat next to me and swivels her chair around, unabashedly scoping out the place. If she weren't my sister, I would literally kiss her right now. She knows how badly I want to know if the guys are here, that I'm just too chicken shit to do it. I keep my eyes trained on the bartender, watching her work, probably looking like a fucking creep. If I give in to the desire to look at Lily, it will probably be far too obvious that I'm waiting for an update, so fucking creep it is.
The bartender returns with our drinks at the same time that Lily spins back around. "I don't see them. I don't think they're here," she says loudly, compiling her drinks in front of her.
"You girls looking for someone?" the bartender asks. Oh, why didn't I think of that before? Surely I could gain some intel from someone who works for them.
"Yeah, actually. Well, kind of. Not so much looking for as avoiding." I grimace, not sure if I should actually ask her or run off with my tail between my legs. What if I wasn't their only conquest? Not for the first time, I'm worried I may be just one of many. What if they do that crap every single night? What if they've done it with the bartender?
"Uh oh, I know that look." She slides the now-empty tray under the bar and leans in, waiting for details. Her nerdy, quiet appearance screamslibrarian,and her eagerness for drama has me barking out a laugh, lessening the tension inside of me.
Lily gives me a questioning look, probably wondering what my game plan is. I shrug; I'm just going with the flow at this point. "Well, you see, I kind of hooked up with the owners of this place a few months back and things didn't turn out as planned. I haven't seen or heard from them since and I don't really want to tonight, either."
The bartender's brows shoot up at my declaration. "Your plan's pretty fucking stupid since you're at their club." She gasps and her hand shoots up to cover her mouth. "Oh, shit. I'm so sorry!" she mumbles, the sound muffled from her hand.
Lily and I glance at each other, our eyes wide in shock. Our disbelief only lasts a moment, though, before we bust out laughing, much to the bartender's relief. When I finally get my laughter under control, I ask, "What's your name?"
She pulls away slightly, her large eyes narrowing under her glasses. "Why? Are you going to report me?"
"No! I like you and think we should be friends, obviously." Lily laughs at my statement but nods her agreement.
"You weren't wrong. If she really wanted to avoid the douchebags, she wouldn't have come here in the first place." Leaning in conspiratorially with the bartender, she not so quietly whispers, "Between you and I, I'm pretty sure my sister is dying to see them again."
That finally earns a small giggle from the otherwise quiet woman. "Yeah, I think so too, but unfortunately, I don't think that'll work out to well for her. And my name is Nova."
"Nova? That's beautiful! I'm Lily and this is Violet. Yes, we were named after plants."
"Why won't that work out for me?" I cut in. Finally, the tea is about to be spilled.
Nova leans in once again. Lily and I mirror her pose, like we're ready for some big secret to be revealed. "Well, the guys haven't been here much lately. Actually, now that you mention it, it's been about three months since I've seen all three here at once. Usually, just one of them shows up at a time and it's always super random."
