“She’s cut off until she has something to eat and drinks at least sixteen ounces of water,” Jasmine said to the waiter.
“Another lemon drop, good sir,” I countered.
Jasmine shook her head and I could tell the server was having a difficult time figuring out who he was more afraid of.
“Drink that water,” Jasmine ordered, pointing to the glass in front of me.
I wrinkled my nose but lifted the glass to my lips.
“What is going on with you?” she asked. “Are you and Doc fighting again?”
“When aren’t they fighting?” Quin retorted.
“Quin,” Willow admonished.
“No, she’s right,” I said. “We fight a lot. But we also make up a lot.” I waggled my eyebrows.
“How does that work, exactly?” Willow asked.
“What?” I asked.
“How do you just go from being angry with one another to, boom, you’re having sex?”
“Do you and Dash ever fight?” I asked. “Like a good, knock-down-drag-out-throw-shit kind of fight?”
She glanced at her watch with a smirk. “We keep meaning to schedule one, but it just never happens.”
I chuckled. “For me, the fighting makes me horny. I don’t know why. I’m sure it’s got something to do with past trauma deep in my psyche.”
“Have you ever triednotfighting?” Willow challenged.
“Yes. But I get itchy when things are peaceful,” I admitted.
Jasmine grinned. “It’s a good thing Doc loves you somethin’ fierce, woman. He knows who he chose.”
I sighed. “I hope so.”
The server arrived back with another lemon drop for me, indicating I was once again alpha femalenumero uno. However, he did set hummus and pita in front of me as well, so I took a few bites, and Jasmine glared at me until I finished the glass of water, still half full, before I took a sip of my new drink.
“What’s really going on with you?” Jasmine pressed. “You’re more stressy than normal.”
I shrugged. “Something’s off with Doc.”
She frowned. “How so?”
I filled her in on snippets of our argument and Kennedy shook her head.
“Wait, so he didn’t totally cater to you, so he’s ‘off’? Sounds like he’s being a normal guy,” she retorted.
“Not for Doc,” Willow said. “You’re right, Liv. Something sounds off.”
“I think stuff’s brewing with the Spiders,” Quin whispered, then nodded toward Gator and Milky. “But maybe we should talk about this somewhere else.”
“I think we should take a page out of Lyric’s book and start dealing with some of this shit ourselves,” I said. “The Burning Saints’ women have their own club meetings twice a month. They call them Sunday School, and I say we follow suit and start our own.”
“I’m not opposed to that idea,” Jasmine said.
“I don’t know,” Willow hedged. “Dash was not happy with the whole subterfuge last time.”
