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Mick to go away, but only so I can get my stomach and brain back online.
“I don’t think so,” says Mick, his shoulders going back a little.
He’s fighting for me? What? What does that mean?!
“Well, I do,” says Mark, drawing up to his full height. He’s got about four inches on Mick, at least.
“Hey!” I yell, deciding then and there that I don’t appreciate being treated like a piece of meat. “Why don’t both of you back the hell off?” I turn and leave the dance floor, headed to the front door. I need to get some fresh air before I do something stupid.
I finally get through the throngs of people hanging out in groups between the dance floor and the entrance. Rebel’s there but Teagan isn’t.
“Where’s Tea?” I ask, wiping the sweat from the side of my face. I try to hide the fact that my hand is shaking. I’m pretty sure I’m suffering an overdose of adrenaline or something.
Rebel hands someone back his ID and ignores the next person in line to answer me. “I thought she was with you.” He stands up off his stool, his expression going dark.
“She was. But then I got involved dancing and lost her.”
Rebel presses something on his waist and speaks out into the air. “Mick, pick up.” He pauses and stares at the ground for a couple seconds before lifting up his head really quick and looking off into the distance. “Where’s Teagan? You see her?”
A couple seconds later and he’s moving away from the door.
“What? What’s going on?” I ask, running after him.
He taps a big black man on the shoulder and gestures at the front entrance. The man takes over the ID checking spot as Rebel moves quickly through the crowd.
I don’t waste any time, rushing to trail after him. When he moves too quickly, I grab ahold of one of his belt-buckle loops and get dragged behind.
“What’s the matter?!” I yell, afraid of what his answer might be.
“Probably nothing,” he says without looking back. He reaches the DJ booth and goes up the stairs to get inside. I have to stop at the top of the stairs because there isn’t enough room for me inside with Rebel and the DJ already filling up the small space.
He scans the crowd below, looking for Teagan, and I do the same from my spot on the stairs. I see the office party chicks, the vampire I left standing off on the side of the floor, and Mick at the bar, but no Teagan.
“Maybe she’s in the bathroom,” I say, leaving Rebel there without another word. My heart is in my throat with the horrible images that are bashing around in my mind. She’s already been kidnapped once, and I don’t doubt for a second that it could happen again. Maybe because the first time was so ridiculously unbelievable, it makes almost anything possible in my world. She’s been busy threatening her step-mother’s meal ticket for the past couple weeks through her attorneys, and that woman has already shown what she’s capable of. She’s desperate and not at all interested in going back to waiting tables for a living.
I race through the crowd, pushing roughly past people and ignoring their cries of anger. One girl has the really bad judgment to slap me in the back as I go by, so I have to stop for a moment and give her a lesson in manners. I consider a right hook to the jaw, but don’t want puffy knuckles, so instead I go for a double boob-punch. She’s down and wheezing on the floor half a second later and I continue my sprint to the bathrooms.
I burst in through the doors and scream, “Teagan! Are you in here?!” The smell of fake flower scents sprayed over turds wafts under my nose, making me almost retch. Adrenaline and ass-flowers do not mix well, apparently. I swallow with difficulty as I wait for a sign from my friend.
A few girls standing in front of the mirrors turn around and stare at me like I’m completely crazy. I catch a glimpse of my own
“I don’t think so,” says Mick, his shoulders going back a little.
He’s fighting for me? What? What does that mean?!
“Well, I do,” says Mark, drawing up to his full height. He’s got about four inches on Mick, at least.
“Hey!” I yell, deciding then and there that I don’t appreciate being treated like a piece of meat. “Why don’t both of you back the hell off?” I turn and leave the dance floor, headed to the front door. I need to get some fresh air before I do something stupid.
I finally get through the throngs of people hanging out in groups between the dance floor and the entrance. Rebel’s there but Teagan isn’t.
“Where’s Tea?” I ask, wiping the sweat from the side of my face. I try to hide the fact that my hand is shaking. I’m pretty sure I’m suffering an overdose of adrenaline or something.
Rebel hands someone back his ID and ignores the next person in line to answer me. “I thought she was with you.” He stands up off his stool, his expression going dark.
“She was. But then I got involved dancing and lost her.”
Rebel presses something on his waist and speaks out into the air. “Mick, pick up.” He pauses and stares at the ground for a couple seconds before lifting up his head really quick and looking off into the distance. “Where’s Teagan? You see her?”
A couple seconds later and he’s moving away from the door.
“What? What’s going on?” I ask, running after him.
He taps a big black man on the shoulder and gestures at the front entrance. The man takes over the ID checking spot as Rebel moves quickly through the crowd.
I don’t waste any time, rushing to trail after him. When he moves too quickly, I grab ahold of one of his belt-buckle loops and get dragged behind.
“What’s the matter?!” I yell, afraid of what his answer might be.
“Probably nothing,” he says without looking back. He reaches the DJ booth and goes up the stairs to get inside. I have to stop at the top of the stairs because there isn’t enough room for me inside with Rebel and the DJ already filling up the small space.
He scans the crowd below, looking for Teagan, and I do the same from my spot on the stairs. I see the office party chicks, the vampire I left standing off on the side of the floor, and Mick at the bar, but no Teagan.
“Maybe she’s in the bathroom,” I say, leaving Rebel there without another word. My heart is in my throat with the horrible images that are bashing around in my mind. She’s already been kidnapped once, and I don’t doubt for a second that it could happen again. Maybe because the first time was so ridiculously unbelievable, it makes almost anything possible in my world. She’s been busy threatening her step-mother’s meal ticket for the past couple weeks through her attorneys, and that woman has already shown what she’s capable of. She’s desperate and not at all interested in going back to waiting tables for a living.
I race through the crowd, pushing roughly past people and ignoring their cries of anger. One girl has the really bad judgment to slap me in the back as I go by, so I have to stop for a moment and give her a lesson in manners. I consider a right hook to the jaw, but don’t want puffy knuckles, so instead I go for a double boob-punch. She’s down and wheezing on the floor half a second later and I continue my sprint to the bathrooms.
I burst in through the doors and scream, “Teagan! Are you in here?!” The smell of fake flower scents sprayed over turds wafts under my nose, making me almost retch. Adrenaline and ass-flowers do not mix well, apparently. I swallow with difficulty as I wait for a sign from my friend.
A few girls standing in front of the mirrors turn around and stare at me like I’m completely crazy. I catch a glimpse of my own
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