“Yes!” she squeals.
“How excited will you be when you actually have one?” I tease.
“Oh, shut it!”
The server brings our food over and before her basket of fries hits the table, I grab one. I also pay for it because they’re hotter than Satan’s house cat.
“Serves you right,” she says, taking a sip of her milkshake. She lifts a french fry and dips it into her shake.
I’ve never understood why she does that. Who dips a fry in their milkshake?
“So how are your BOBs?”
“I haven’t used them in weeks.”
“No! Even the green monster?” She throws the back of her hand across her forehead. “Say it isn’t so.”
“I have four men. They keep me busy enough.”
“At least they have their shrine, although I suppose it’s more of a memorial. Perhaps I should come over this week and say a few words.”
“I think you are coo-coo loco.”
“Probably. So tell me. When is Vixen going to have another themed party?”
“What do you mean?”
“They had one for Valentine’s Day and Easter. I’m thinking… next month. Rainbows and Unicorns.”
“Why?”
“Pride month?”
“A bit on the nose?”
“Whatever. How fun would it be? Plus, I have a super cute rainbow skirt and silver sequin top that would look totes faboosh.”
“That good?”
“Yes. Now don’t you have some sway with the planning now? Word on the street is people are looking for a themed party. It’s been a while.”
“Word on the street?”
“Well, you know. But seriously. Vixen has a fairly big following on the socials and people have been asking about the next party.”
“Seriously?”
“Would I lie to you?”
My eyes narrow at her.
“Ouch.” She stabs herself in the chest with an invisible knife. “I’d never lie about something this important. Plus, you can get your brother and his beau to come visit again.”
“They’ve been visiting a ton lately.”
“Twice. And it’s only for a day or two each time.”
“Flights are expensive.”
