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“Just checking.” I extended my arm and dangled the keys to the I-Have-No-Balls Wagon in front of her. “You want to take the Daddy Mobile?”
She scrunched up her nose and nodded.
The ride to the Black Hole was quiet but not as awkward as I’d anticipated. Knowing we were out together , with every intention of going back home together , made the drive more bearable. Had I been riding in the car with her, dressed like that, without knowing where we stood, it would have been excruciating.
As it was, we’d embarked on new territory the night before. And I wanted an encore before the kids got home.
We pulled into the parking garage, and I jumped out to open Gwen’s door in an attempt to be a gentleman. She blushed and thanked me, and we rounded the corner toward the bar.
“Tess!” Gwen shouted. And then I had to shut my mouth because it had fallen open.
The woman was beautiful with an air that said she didn’t give two rats’ ballsacks about it. A guy can smell high-maintenance and snobby a mile away, but this one thought she was ordinary. Like Gwen. Birds of a feather and all that shit.
She lit up as we approached and then opened her arms for a hug. When they released each other, she stepped back and raked her eyes over me and smiled. “You must be Andrew. Gwen wasn’t lying. You’re hobo chic.”
Gwen’s face blushed bright red, and she scanned the ground by her feet.
“Been talking about me?” I asked.
She made a face and started toward the line, but I waved at the doorman and he let us inside without a hassle. The lighting was so dim it was almost impossible to see anything until we got past the thick, black velvet curtains leading into the bar. After that, our entire equilibrium went to hell in a hand basket.
The bar was dedicated to the Black Hole and its ill effects on the human psyche. The floors were just a smidge off center. Some chairs were tall and some were short. The lighting was dim and blue. The ceiling was blacked out with lights that blinked at different times.
I peered into the darkness and just made out the form of my sister leaning over the bar and talking into Xander’s ear.
“Cece’s here.” I pointed her out, and Gwen pushed up on her toes to look.
A wry look crossed her face. “How are you even related?”
I leaned in to her ear and inhaled to take in her scent before warming her with my breath. “She’s been taking Ritalin since she was nine. Stunted her growth. And she dyes her hair.”
Gwen’s eyes grew wide and then clamped shut. “You are just terrible for giving up that information.”
We sidled up to the bar, and I tapped Cece on the shoulder. When she turned to look, I stepped to the side, out of her vision. When she spun the other direction, I grabbed an ice cube from an abandoned glass and dropped it down the back of her silver sparkly halter top.
Cece screamed and jumped off the stool to shake out the cube. Then she turned and glared at me before flicking me on the arm. “You’re an ass.”
A short, stocky blond guy rushed around behind her and patted her on the back while looking me over. “You okay, Cece baby?”
She nodded and rolled her eyes. “My brother is just a third grader in a grown man’s body.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re Andrew.”
“Yeah?” And who the hell was this guy?
“DJ Jimmy. Don’t mess with Cece around here. All of these guys will kick your ass, blood relation or not.” He gave her a peck on the cheek and grinned at Gwen and Tess as he disappeared in the direction of the DJ booth.
Xander called me over with a whistle and a jerk of his head. “First round is on me. But you call a cab if you get too bad off, Drew. Got it?”
I leaned back against the bar to take a look around. I hadn’t been there in years, but it was the same. That made me happy. Very few things stayed the same. The Smurfs . The Simpsons . The Black Hole. That about covered it.
The girls were huddled together, and I took
“Just checking.” I extended my arm and dangled the keys to the I-Have-No-Balls Wagon in front of her. “You want to take the Daddy Mobile?”
She scrunched up her nose and nodded.
The ride to the Black Hole was quiet but not as awkward as I’d anticipated. Knowing we were out together , with every intention of going back home together , made the drive more bearable. Had I been riding in the car with her, dressed like that, without knowing where we stood, it would have been excruciating.
As it was, we’d embarked on new territory the night before. And I wanted an encore before the kids got home.
We pulled into the parking garage, and I jumped out to open Gwen’s door in an attempt to be a gentleman. She blushed and thanked me, and we rounded the corner toward the bar.
“Tess!” Gwen shouted. And then I had to shut my mouth because it had fallen open.
The woman was beautiful with an air that said she didn’t give two rats’ ballsacks about it. A guy can smell high-maintenance and snobby a mile away, but this one thought she was ordinary. Like Gwen. Birds of a feather and all that shit.
She lit up as we approached and then opened her arms for a hug. When they released each other, she stepped back and raked her eyes over me and smiled. “You must be Andrew. Gwen wasn’t lying. You’re hobo chic.”
Gwen’s face blushed bright red, and she scanned the ground by her feet.
“Been talking about me?” I asked.
She made a face and started toward the line, but I waved at the doorman and he let us inside without a hassle. The lighting was so dim it was almost impossible to see anything until we got past the thick, black velvet curtains leading into the bar. After that, our entire equilibrium went to hell in a hand basket.
The bar was dedicated to the Black Hole and its ill effects on the human psyche. The floors were just a smidge off center. Some chairs were tall and some were short. The lighting was dim and blue. The ceiling was blacked out with lights that blinked at different times.
I peered into the darkness and just made out the form of my sister leaning over the bar and talking into Xander’s ear.
“Cece’s here.” I pointed her out, and Gwen pushed up on her toes to look.
A wry look crossed her face. “How are you even related?”
I leaned in to her ear and inhaled to take in her scent before warming her with my breath. “She’s been taking Ritalin since she was nine. Stunted her growth. And she dyes her hair.”
Gwen’s eyes grew wide and then clamped shut. “You are just terrible for giving up that information.”
We sidled up to the bar, and I tapped Cece on the shoulder. When she turned to look, I stepped to the side, out of her vision. When she spun the other direction, I grabbed an ice cube from an abandoned glass and dropped it down the back of her silver sparkly halter top.
Cece screamed and jumped off the stool to shake out the cube. Then she turned and glared at me before flicking me on the arm. “You’re an ass.”
A short, stocky blond guy rushed around behind her and patted her on the back while looking me over. “You okay, Cece baby?”
She nodded and rolled her eyes. “My brother is just a third grader in a grown man’s body.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re Andrew.”
“Yeah?” And who the hell was this guy?
“DJ Jimmy. Don’t mess with Cece around here. All of these guys will kick your ass, blood relation or not.” He gave her a peck on the cheek and grinned at Gwen and Tess as he disappeared in the direction of the DJ booth.
Xander called me over with a whistle and a jerk of his head. “First round is on me. But you call a cab if you get too bad off, Drew. Got it?”
I leaned back against the bar to take a look around. I hadn’t been there in years, but it was the same. That made me happy. Very few things stayed the same. The Smurfs . The Simpsons . The Black Hole. That about covered it.
The girls were huddled together, and I took
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