“It doesn’t make me comfortable,” Jinx retorted to Persia.
“Okay, pay your own tuition,” Divinity put in (yeah, another one of our sex worker posse). “Take a part-time job. Make going back to school after a decade harder than it needs to be. It’s your life.”
I knew Jinx saw her point when she shot her an acid look.
“I think you just fight so you can make up,” Harlow suggested.
Jinx gave up on the acid and sucked back some of her malt.
“She totally just fights so they can make up,” Jessie stated.
While they were all involved in their chat, I leaned to Shanti and whispered, “Did you see that between D and L?”
“You bet,” she whispered back. “I think something happened that night we did the Dex/Dimitri thing.”
Hmm.
“Whatever,” Jinx snapped. “Dios mio, I should never have told you bitches.”
These days, Jinx said that a lot.
But she also always told us bitches.
“Now she’s having a tantrum because she knows we’re right,” Skyla said.
“Okay, fuck, whatever,” Duane groused. “I’ll do the blue.”
Lotus beamed.
I picked up my burger and took a bite as cheeseburgers with the girls (and Duane) veered back to protocol.
And because I agreed on the blue.
Also because I knew Jinx would cave.
We’d learned.
Noah wanted something?
She’d kick up a fuss.
And then she’d be all in.
It was when cheeseburgers with the girls was over, and we were walking to our cars, that I felt something odd.
I looked through the cars in the parking lot to see Duane standing in the door of his junker Honda Accord.
He was looking at me, and it wasn’t creepy.
He then pounded his fist to his chest over his heart once.
With that, he quickly got in his car.
Okay, maybe he was a skeeve.
But yeah.
He was our skeeve.
