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Meg, Cyn, and Luna were gathered around the heat press, trying to peel off the plastic without taking the design with it, while Reva and Hero wrestled with Doc and Marty on the floor. Gwen was giving Rigid a haircut while Fayth sat on the couch with a headful of tin foil, waiting for her highlights to develop, or whatever Gwen called it.
“Dammit,” Cyn cried. “I forgot to mirror the design!”
“I have no idea what that means, but it doesn’t sound good,” Rigid called.
“You did it again, didn’t you?” Greta called from the kitchen. “I’m going to have to put a sticky note or something on your forehead. Mirror your damn designs.” She walked out of the kitchen with a beer in each hand and a jerky stick hanging from her mouth. “Who wants a beer?” she called.
“Why is the pregnant one handing out beers?” Rigid called.
“Because I can’t drink, so I’m going to make everyone else drink.” She handed Rigid a beer and set the other one in front of Cyn. “You probably shouldn’t be drinking since you can’t remember to mirror, though maybe this will help.” Greta grabbed the paper from Cyn and tossed it in the trash. “Try again, grasshopper.”
Cyn rolled her eyes and turned back to the computer. “Have you never heard that you can’t teach an old dog new tricks?”
“We’re not old,” Meg and Fayth called.
“We are vintage,” Meg clarified. “Vintage, baby.”
“Oh!” Luna called. “I got it. I need to peel it off when it’s cold.” She lifted the shirt in the air and cheered. “The first official shirt for Pole Stars is done!”
“Only seventy-four more to go,” Hero drawled.
Luna flipped off Hero. “Would you just shut up? Go back to playing with the dogs and let us make business moves.”
“Business moves,” Hero laughed. “You’re making some shirts, Luna.”
“Hey,” Meg protested. “Take your dick self out the door if you’re going to be a dick.”
“Dick self?” Rigid laughed. “What the hell is that?”
“It means Hero is being a dick, and he can take the dick outside.” Cyn looked up from the computer and frowned. “I don’t think I made that clearer.”
“That was a lot of dick talk,” Lennox whispered. “Is that normal?”
“Maybe normal isn’t the right word to use when you’re talking about the Devil’s Knights,” I chuckled.
Lennox and I were sitting at the bar, watching the chaos around us. The club had managed to hold off for two full days before they couldn’t resist meeting Lennox, which meant that had given me forty-eight hours of uninterrupted time with Lennox.
Now, Day and Knight Tees were setting up in the common room while Gwen played hairstylist.
All normal things to me, but they might have seemed a little odd to Lennox or anyone who wasn’t connected to the Devil’s Knights.
“Lenny,” Gwen called. “Who does your pink?”
Also, everyone had decided to call Lennox Lenny from now on. Why? I had no clue, but it was again something I wasn’t going to question.
Lennox ran her fingers through her hair. “Uh, well, I do. I just throw some pale pink in every month, and whatever happens, happens.”
“You’re up next. Greta is the only one who lets me play with her hair, and right now, since she’s in the throes of growing baby cubs, Bear won’t let me touch her hair with anything more than shampoo.”
“I’m next?” Lennox asked. “Next for what?”
“Oh,” Meg called. “You can do her hair while we make her aSass and Assshirt.”
“Sass and ass?” Lennox parroted. “Did you tell them about the sass and ass?” she asked softly.
I shook my head. “I actually got it from Meg,” I chuckled.
“Honey, that’s what all of us ol’ ladies have. I’m making each of us a shirt.” Meg grabbed a shirt off the table and held it up. “Cyn made mine. It’s a little crooked, but I like to think it gives it character.”
