I nodded, the thoughts coming to mind as my head moved.
“I’m going to make sure I have the right words for this shithead messenger when he arrives.”
And then one last thought came.
“And I’m going to go finally get my dick wet with that sexy little reporter,” I growled. “Never know if it might be my only shot before shit gets ugly.”
Hailey
Leigh sat across the table from me, laughing so hard that she couldn’t breathe. I was also laughing, although I’d told the story, so I already knew it was funny.
“You’re telling me,” she said in between breaths of laughter and snorts, “that they just openly pissed on the side of the building and flashed their cocks at you?”
“Wild, isn’t it?”
She kept laughing. A week ago, I didn’t think I’d tell Leigh the full story. But now that a week had passed without contact from Satan, and my concerns about potentially having some sort of lust for him had seemingly faded, I felt I could tell Leigh the ridiculousness of that Saturday night.
And unsurprisingly, she ate everything up. I knew she’d ask at some point if I could get her invited, but, oh well, I guess I couldn’t.
Though I did admit, the idea of seeing Satan at a place like this, trying to fit in with the more upscale crowd, would be a hell of a sight to behold. A hilarious one for sure.
“See, when you said you had work, I was here thinking that you were doing some boring interview at a nursing home about how to die with dignity or something. I never thought that you’d be going back to those crazy dudes and partying with them!”
“I wouldn’t say ‘partying with them,’ more like ‘watching them party and talking with their leader.’”
“And you’re going to tell me, just to make sure, just so I can be sure I heard this right, that his name is fucking Satan. Not Lucifer, not Damian, not some metaphorical name that could at least be code for the devil, but Satan.”
“Yes.”
Leigh, at that point, was just left to shrug.
“I did not know people like that existed,” she said. “I figured he’d either be purely sociopathic and ruthless, or he’d be funny but have a sort of ironic twist on the name. I…huh, wow, interesting. Is he hot?”
I blushed. If Leigh noticed, for once, she didn’t say anything. I’d avoided the topic of my attraction to him thus far.
“I mean, he’s in shape and he knows he’s the shit, so that’s something,” I said with as casual a shrug as I could get away with. “But do you really think he’s my type?”
“I don’t know, the way you’ve been when you’ve gone out, it seems like no one is your type.”
“Damn, girl!”
“Just saying, you’re letting loose tonight, right?”
I nodded. For the moment, I had no commitments tomorrow.For the moment.
“Does this mean that I’ll finally get to see your type?”
“Handsome, intelligent, put together, well off, and emotionally stable?”
“Oh, I get it,” Leigh said as she took a sip of her water. “Your type is the unicorn. That makes so much sense!”
That was probably less embarrassing than admitting that at one point, Satan was…maybe not my type, but given my limited pool of options, perhaps the only visible type that I interacted with.
Actually, who was I kidding? It wasdefinitelyless embarrassing.
“But hey, once we finish dinner here, we need to enjoy ourselves a bit,” she said. “There’s a nightclub about two blocks down from here. If we get there early enough, there’ll be no wait.”
“What about cover?”
