I flinched at her volume.
“Yeah?” I yelled back. “You’re having fun, then?”
She nodded, her eyes sparkling. “So much fun. Thanks for getting me in!”
This was a higher-end club—one you had to know someone to get into. I probably should have taken her to a place more accessible for when I wasn’t with her, but I wanted her to have a good time tonight, and this was the best place.
I’d been here quite a few times. Most of the men here were others in the industry. Dancers, lower-level actors, reality stars. While I didn’t date, almost all my one-night stands were met here. I found myself drawn to stuntmen, usually. I’d hooked up exclusively with stuntmen, now that I thought about it.
What could I say? I loved a good drink and a guy who liked being told what to do.
“Of course. For you, anything,” I told Skye.
“What are Evie and Bryce up to?” she asked.
A moment later, a waitress came by with a bright-blue cocktail for Skye, courtesy of a gorgeous Black woman in a tiny green dress, all legs and long, black hair. She gave a cute little wave to Skye from the bar. Skye beamed and waved back.
She turned to me, her mouth agape. “That is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Go say hi,” I suggested.
Skye smirked. “In a bit. I want to check in with you for a flash. Are you okay? Is Evie all right?”
“She’s fine. I’m just...”
“Madly in love with her?” She smiled and reached for my hand over the table, squeezing it briefly.
“Something like that,” I admitted.
“I love her too,” Skye said. “In a different way, of course. But she’s not just yours to protect. Bryce and I want her to stay alive after all this too. She’s not just your Final Girl. She’s all of ours.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Oh yeah?” I didn’t think she realized just how determined Evie was to see her revenge to the finish line.
“Absolutely. Okay, I’ll be back. I don’t want that girl to run off before I say thank you for the drink.” She scooted off the bench and took her drink with her.
I smiled as she chatted with the woman at the bar, and I must have zoned out because suddenly they were approaching the table, arms threaded together.
“Sebastian, this is Chloe. Chloe, this is my friend Sebastian.”
I shook the woman’s hand, and they moved into the booth.
“How’s it going? You look like a whole bundle of fun.” Chloe laughed.
“He’s just missing his girlfriend a little tonight,” Skye explained.
“Ah, and a gay bar is the perfect place to sulk.”
This wasn’t the first comment about my attitude tonight, so I flashed a smile and set my phone down.
“How’s it going out there? Still having a good time?”
“Such a good time. Chloe is a model and a DJ! She’s taking me to one of her gigs next week!”
I bit back a joke about everyone being a DJ in this town and sipped my drink. Neither woman seemed to notice or care that I didn’t have much to say. I suspected they’d only joined me to get relief from the tall heels they both wore.
“What were you looking at?” Skye pointed to my phone.
I glanced at Chloe and shook my head. “Nothing important.”
