I let out a small giggle. “Well, thanks, Tater. You made my night.”
“You’re welcome. Let me know if you fancy a dance later.”
I salute him with my glass and turn to walk back to the table, which is growing more rowdy by the minute.
Leona and Glenn are grinning at each other, her arm around his shoulders, like old pals.
Or lovers.
I don’t like that thought. My hand clenches the glass, and I aggressively sip the drink.
Taking my seat once more, I look at the menu that’s set down before me. I already know what I want. Well, I don’t really want to eat anymore, but I refuse to let Glenn see me sulk.
When the server comes by, I place an order for the nachos.
“Good choice,” Leona says, and I manage a small nod in her direction. I really wish she’d take her arm off Glenn’s shoulders and stop being nice to me. I’d really like to hate her. But her bubbly personality has me reluctantly liking her.
We chat about work, and she tells everyone funny stories about private paying clients. And even if she has me laughing attimes, I feel my gut twist when I see the way Glenn looks at her like he admires her.
Don’t know if he looks at me like that. Probably not.
“I’m getting another drink,” I tell no one in particular, moving back to the bar to refill the cup that’s now completely empty.
While I wait for the bartender to make it, I glance around, needing to find something else to look at besides Glenn. My eyes settle on Tater, who is chatting with a group of people at the other end of the room.
He looks over and grins at me, and I send up a small wave. He’s a nice guy, a real nice one. I know if I ask, he’ll keep me company.
He must see the desperation on my face because he meanders over, leaning against the bar top as I sip on my new drink.
“Drink number two?”
“You know it.”
“You having a good time?”
“As good as I can. This drink will help.”
“Another heavy pour?”
“Yep.”
I grin up at him, and he blushes. “You get wild when you drink this much?”
“As much as an omega can. Maybe my inhibitions will lower and I’ll do something unexpected. What do you suggest?”
Tater purses his lips in thought. “Well, you could go streaking.”
“No,” I say with a laugh. “That sounds terrible.”
“Or, you know, you could go across the street to Pit Stop and use the secret glory hole.”
My mouth parts in shock. “What?”
“Yeah, there’s a glory hole in the bathroom. Not the cleanest place, but you know…risky. Unexpected.”
My body tingles at the thought. Or maybe that’s just the alcohol.
“Maybe I should go check it out.”
