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“You’ll live,” he said, grinning at the look on my face. “Feelin’ any different with that member patch on your chest?”
“A bit,” I replied. “Glad the probation is finally over at least.”
“Yeah, I hear that.”
“Where’s Emilia?”
“She left early,” Micky replied. “Rhett’s got an ear infection so she didn’t want to leave him with Myla too long.”
“Myla was pissed she couldn’t come tonight.”
“Oh, I know.” He chuckled. “She called me and Rumi both, tryin’ to get us to sneak her in.”
“Like no one would notice a fifteen-year-old girl in this shit?” I asked, looking around the room. The music was loud and people were everywhere. There was a woman I didn’t recognize completely topless in the corner, dancing by herself. Rumi and a few of our cousins were having a loud argument by the pool tables about something that probably didn’t matter in the slightest. There was a fine film of residue on one of the coffee tables where someone had been snorting lines. I wrinkled my nose in distaste. I’d tried coke and didn’t enjoy the experience in the slightest.
“You okay?” Micky asked, lowering his voice when I reached up to push my fingertips against my forehead.
“Fine,” I assured him, dropping my hand back down.
“You know, this is pretty tame for a patch party.”
“Yeah?”
“I got Rumi strippers,” he said with a shrug. “Seemed appropriate for the little horndog.”
“Fuck, I bet he loved that.”
“He sure did.”
“Thanks for not gettin’ me strippers,” I mumbled.
“You’re not the type,” Micky replied, smiling. “You’re pretty reserved on a good day—even more so the last few months.”
I nodded. I wasn’t really sure what the response for that was. I’d never been the life of the party.
“You ever find that girl you slept with?”
I jerked in surprise and looked over at my brother. I’d mentioned to my sister-in-law Emilia that I’d slept with someone and couldn’t remember who it was but I hadn’t realized she’d talked to Micky about it.
“Can’t remember shit,” I lied, shaking my head slowly.
“You go to the clinic?”
“I’m not an idiot,” I replied with a scoff. “I went, and I’m clean.”
“Well, there’s that.”
“I wore a condom,” I muttered. “I found it in the Mustang—it’s the only reason I knew I’d fucked someone.”
“How do younotremember fuckin’ someone?” Micky asked dubiously. “Seems like it would be on the highlight reel.”
“You remember every woman you’ve fucked?” I asked defensively, then immediately snapped my mouth shut with realization.
“Yep,” Micky said in amusement. “But, you know, I’m livin’ with her. Kinda hard to forget.”
“You realize how fuckin’ weird that is, right?”
“When you’ve had the best,” he said with a shrug, his words trailing off. “Why bother lookin’ for anythin’ else?”
