“Guess you’ll just have to wait until we get home to have your fun. Let’s go, Vlado. Final destination: Poundtown. Population: us.”
Evan laughed and held me tighter as Vlado muttered something about partitions and Tootsie Pops.
Tonight had been a success on the family side, and hopefully I’d done enough damage control that drunk guy hadn’t fucked everything up with his stupid assumptions.
Now I was on my way home to get my guts rearranged by my super-hot fake boyfriend.
Best. Night. Ever.
12
NICK
Nick:Worst. Day. Ever.
Quinn: what happened?
Nick: I got fired
Quinn: what?
Nick: the café is closing
Nick: the landlords jacked up the rents again and Vicky cant afford to keep the place open
Quinn: I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do?
I glanced up to make sure I hadn’t missed my stop.
Nick: no but thanks for asking
Nick: I still have the club and the money from you know what so I’ll be okay
Nick: I just feel so bad for Vicky and everyone else who works there
Nick: and I’m gonna miss it
Nick: i worked there for almost six years
Quinn: are you sure you’re okay?
Nick: yeah, just kinda numb right now
Nick: its so weird that today was my last day at my job. I got up, went in like it was a typical day, then bam. No more job
Quinn: that’s a lot to deal with
Quinn: is everything okay with the other thing you have going on?
I glanced up again to check how close we were to my stop. A few more minutes.
Nick: its fine
Nick: rich people live boring lives
Nick: its just fancy party after fancy party where everyone talks about fancy stuff and wears fancy stuff and eats fancy stuff
Quinn: they do like their fancy stuff