“Living proof of hell.”
I spilled my drink at Dennis’unexpected voice.“What is wrong with you?” I demanded, wiping off my chest. Several drops had fallen down my cleavage.
“Nothing. We’re not undead. I prefer to think of us as living proof of hell.” He placed a hand on the bar and hopped over it to the other side.“Hey, Sean.” He grabbed a bottle to pour himself a drink.
“Are you allowed to do that?” Ari asked.
Dennis didn’t pay her any attention. He sipped the drink and walked over to Sean, clapping him on the back before joining the conversation with another customer.
“So he invites us here, then shows up and ignores us. He’s so sweet,” I said. He shot me a boyish smile before turning back to Sean.
“This tastes like sprite and lemonade.” Ari took a bigger sip before setting her glass down.
“Except it has vodka. Which makes it that much better.” I held mine up in cheers, though my grin faded when some random girl took Ari’s. We both watched in shock as she finished it.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Ari was the first to recover. She snatched the glass back.
“Drinking.” The blonde’s tone was rude as she eyed us.
I eyed her back, taking in her glossy hair, dark eyes, the arrogant sneer across her red stained lips. She was rude but gorgeous. It was honestly distracting.
“You’re buying me a new drink,” Ari said.
“I don’t think so. You guys are new here. Earn my respect and I’ll think about it.” The girl laughed as Ari grew more annoyed.
“What’s going on, ladies?” Sean was back with Dennis in tow.
“Nothing, except she stole my fucking drink.” Ari shot the rude girl a glare.
“So get your friend to buy you a new one.” The girl reached for my drink, but I moved it away.
“Don’t touch my shit or I’ll cut you.”
“Leave it alone, Vixen.”
“What’re you gonna do, huh?” the girl taunted.
“Cut you,” I said it slower since she apparently didn’t understand.
She reached for my drink again and I pulled it away, accidentally spilling on her in the process. Before I knew it, someone had smacked me across the face. My hand shot to my cheek—I was faintly aware of Ari’s gasp as I stared in shock. It was quickly replaced by rage. Ari hopped off her stool while I snatched the hair tie off my wrist and twisted my hair in a haphazard bun.
“Leave it alone,” Dennis repeated.
I could tell there was more to his words than he was letting on but I didn’t care; my hoop earrings were already off and dropped on the bar beside my wasted drink.
“I’m Melissa, by the way.” She offered a hand.
I looked at it for a moment before making a decision. “Fuck you and fuck off.”
She shrugged before snatching my hair. I growled and slammed her neck against the counter. Ari jumped out of the way just in time to miss being hit by Melissa’s flying hand. I had my keys in a flash and slashed one across her face, drawing a stream of blood right before Ari forced her way between us.
“Guys,stop!” she shouted, holding a hand out on either side.
“I’m over it.” I snatched my earrings from the bar and put them back on as Melissa clutched her cheek.“Don’t touch me again or I’ll cut your throat next time.”
Anything she planned to say was interrupted when a security guard grabbed her arm. Two more appeared and took hold of me and Ari.
“Alright ladies, we’re gonna have to escort you out,” the one holding my elbow said.
