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Still holding her hand, I slipped my free hand down her back and held her flush against me. I took the lead, and she followed.
She licked her lips, a flick of disappointment in her eyes. “You didn’t see the show?”
“Oh, I watched.” I waggled my brows playfully at her. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Whoever was in charge of standards and practices at the network would definitely be fired for allowing so much sexual content to air uncensored. But it did make for entertaining television.
She chuckled. “Never in my life would I have imagined I’d spend my time in Epiphany making…bachelorette gear.”
“Not the kind of costumes you dreamed of creating?” I teased.
A short blond woman came over and stuck two shot glasses between us. Two streaks of silver makeup reflected the light off her cheeks like the opposite of a football player. I recognized her fromWhat the What?and I believed her name was Glitter Galore.
Glitter said, “All hail the Penis Princess.”
Morgan’s face turned bright red. “Let’s not call me that. Tristan, this is Glitter. Glitter, Tristan.”
My name wasn’t Tristan.
Hearing that name from Morgan’s lips made my chest ache.
“Nice to meet you, Glitter,” I said, accepting the drink. “Interesting name.”
“Oh, my real name is Juno,” she said. “I chose Glitter for my social persona.”
Why would someone purposefully choose to be called Glitter?
“Okay,” I said.
“Morgan’s the Penis Princess to Layana’s Penis Queen,” Glitter said.
Morgan threw back the shot. She squinted and squinched up her lips, then gasped. “We put together some solid craftsmanship. I stand by my work.”
“As you should, Princess.” With an exaggerated curtsy for Morgan, Glitter returned her attention elsewhere.
I leaned close to Morgan’s ear. “Why did you tell her my name was Tristan?”
“We have to call you something,” Morgan said. “Is there something else you had in mind?”
“No.” I didn’t particularly want to get into the details of my predicament with strangers, either.
“How would you like me to refer to you?”
I shrugged.
Morgan gave me a nod and pulled me over to a small table where three people were gathered. I recognized Glitter and Layana. Morgan gestured to the third, a man by the wall who was busy swirling his finger in a bowl of queso dip and staring into its depths as if it could tell his future.
Morgan said, “That’s Chester.”
There were no words to adequately describe the mind-blanking befuddlement the sight of him caused in me.
Layana poured a fresh glass of beer from a pitcher and pushed it over to me. “My girl here has been drinking. It’s my job to make sure you catch up, Hammer Face.”
Morgan kicked Layana under the table.
Layana shot a wicked smile at me.
“Hammer Face?” Glitter wrinkled her nose. “I thought your name was Tristan. Is Hammer Face your social persona? Is it…a shark or tool thing? I don’t get it. Sorry.”
“I misspoke,” Morgan said. “We don’t currently know his name.”
