She finally looked up from her phone and said, “Hey, I know I’ve never asked you this before, but will you cover my shift tonight, since they’ll be together and what’s her name is your only one?”
I shook my head and sighed. “First of all, we are not fucking waiters. We don’t cover each other’s shifts. And second of all, her name is Evelyn. I think you know that.”
She made an ugly-bitch face. “Ew, your breath stinks. You’re such an asshole drunk, Lucian. Get a life.”
I could hear Evey and Brooklyn talking about getting ready to go out. It was getting dark. I thought about Abigail’s offer and wondered if I could use it to my advantage “What’s in it for me?”
She shrugged. “I’ll give you a blow job?”
“I don’t want your disgusting mouth anywhere near me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay fine. I won’t play eyes and ears for Mona anymore.”
“Excuse me, what? What are you talking about?”
“Who do you think I’m texting all day? I pick up extra cash as an informant.”
“Seriously, an informant?” I threw open my arms and wings. My anger was boiling over. “You’re all fucking shameless.”
“If it weren’t for me watching you watching her getting off from the smell of you—which, by the way, is seriously gross—Mona never would have swooped in to save your ass. You would have regretted it, perv.”
I suddenly felt very resolute. “Abigail, I will cover your ‘shift’ every Saturday night for a year,”—I held up air quotes when I said the word shift—“but you have to promise me something.”
“What?” she said.
“No more snooping around, no more telling Mona things, and no more shit-talking to me.” I lowered my voice. “We can help each other, okay?”
Before that night, I’d had no idea that was how Mona found things out. I guess you could do a job for two centuries and still be in the dark.
Abigail appeared to be contemplating my offer. “Fine.”
When I overheard Evey talking to Brooklyn about a lace thong, I took a swig of whiskey and tried to focus on Abigail. “What plans do you have anyway, if we’re all working?”
“I’m seeing someone, and he gets his shifts covered too.”
I snickered. “We’re not supposed to make commitments to each other. Don’t you know that?”
“You and I just made a commitment, didn’t we? Anyway, I wouldn’t start talking to me about the rules if I were you. At least I’m dating one of us. Something is off in you for even being attracted to what’s her face.”
“It’s Evelyn, and piss off, Abigail. Go, I’ll take it from here. You’re free to go see your man.”
“Angel,” she corrected, before disappearing. She had to get in one final dig.
A second later, Zack swooped over from across the street, flapping his shitty wings. “She is such a stuck-up bitch.” He hated the pretty ones because they never gave him the time of day.
“Whatever. She’s helping me out.”
“Helping you do what?”
“I’m not zapping Evey again. I don’t want to mess with her anymore. Did you know that Abigail tells Mona shit?”
Zack didn’t respond for several seconds. “Yeah, I mean, I guess I knew.”
“Do you tell Mona stuff?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.
“No, don’t even go there, bro. I would never.”
“I gotta go,” I said, before drinking the last of the whiskey.
