“Actually,” Tatum said, her voice noticeably chillier than before, “we’re pretty tired. We’re going to head home. Alone.”
I blinked. “What? Is everything okay?”
“Uh-huh,” Sienna said, avoiding eye contact. “It was…nice meeting you guys.”
They were already walking away before I could process what the hell had just happened. I stared after them, completely confused.
“What the fuck was that about?” Liam asked, echoing my thoughts exactly.
Before I could answer, our waitress—a girl named Katie who’d been working here for as long as we’d been coming—stopped by our table with a sympathetic shake of her head.
“I wouldn’t normally say anything,” Katie said, lowering her voice, “but…that review site? It’s spreading faster than mono in a freshman dorm.”
Liam choked on his beer as I stared at her in horror.
The what now?
“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” I asked slowly.
Katie blinked. “Oh, shit. You didn’t know.” Her eyes widened a little and her tone immediately shifted fromcasual to apologetic. “There are posters with your picture. In the women’s bathroom. They link to this review site where people can rate your…performance.” She winced. “Sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.”
She backed away quickly, clearly realizing she’d just lit the fuse on a nuclear bomb.
What the actual fuck was going on?
Liam had started laughing so hard he was practically crying. “Oh my God,” he wheezed. “Oh my fucking God, this is beautiful.”
“This is not beautiful,” I snapped. “Did she mean what I think she meant when she emphasized performance?”
“Sure sounds like it,” Liam said, still laughing. “Dude, you have to see what’s in that bathroom.”
I was already standing up, my blood pressure spiking.
“Go look. I’ll wait here and try not to die of laughter.”
“Fuck that, you’re coming with. I need someone to stand watch so I don’t get caught in the women’s bathroom looking like a pervert.”
That only made him laugh harder, the fucker. If he wasn’t my ride or die best friend, I’d punch him right now.
We made our way to the women’s bathroom, my hands clenched in fists as my mind raced with all kinds of awful scenarios. Who would even do?—
No.
No fucking way was Harper that mad at me.
There was no way Harper would have the balls to do something like this. No fucking way. How would she even get posters in here? She was a rule follower. I couldn’t see her using a fake ID like Li and I did.
I knocked on the women’s bathroom and put my ear to the door but there was no response. After a quick check tomake sure no one was looking, I opened the door. “Anyone in here?”
Silence, and both stall doors were open.
I turned back to Liam. “Do not let anyone come in here.”
He saluted me with a smile, but I knew he had my back.
Once the door was closed behind me, I looked all around the room but didn’t see anything besides the “don’t drink while you’re pregnant” warnings that seemed to be in any establishment that served alcohol.
Where were these supposed posters?
