“It has to do with my new job. Mike’s club will be one of my clients.”
With that, I led them into the main room. It was packed, which made the vast chamber look much smaller. I scanned the room, automatically estimating the number of people there. It looked like Dylan was going to have a good turnout for his first performance. I hoped they took my advice about the sound mix.
Beside me, Jane and Luma followed suit, though I knew they were looking for something I wasn’t.
Luma huffed out a breath full of umbrage. “Lacey, you didn’t say it was an all-white event.”
The music pumping through the speakers changed from AFI to Silversun Pickups. I didn’t bother to look around. “An alt-rock band is performing tonight. They’re playing alternative music.”
She harrumphed. “Well, I guess I don’t need a date for tomorrow.”
Jane rolled her eyes. “Luma, you do know that refusing to date white guys is just as racist as only dating white guys, right?”
We’d discussed this before, at length, and we hadn’t arrived at a consensus. Luma maintained that she couldn’t help who she was attracted to. Jane liked to argue that Luma wouldn’t know if she didn’t try. Then Luma would bring up the fact that Jane maintained a heterosexual preference without having tried to date a woman.
I was waiting for the debate to escalate to the point where they decided to make out with one another to test the theory: Luma would be kissing a white person, and Jane would be kissing a woman. I saw it as a win-win. And I didn’t care who either of them dated as long as they were happy. Though I will admit that the idea of the two of them together left me a little jealous. We’d no longer be a trio; I’d be the third wheel.
“Let it go, ladies. We’re here to have fun.” I spotted a high-top table near the dance floor that had just been vacated. “I see our table. We’d better snag it before somebody else does.”
We made it to the table a second before another group arrived. The queen bee gave us a snotty glare.
Jane smiled, rolled her shoulders back to emphasize her breasts, and said, “You can join us. I’ll even let you buy me a drink.”
Luma and I exchanged glances. Pour a few drinks into Jane and she becomes flirty with just about everyone. We both wondered when she would take the dive and explore the wonderful world of women. Snotty girl and her crew sauntered away, giving Jane, I noticed, a prime view of their rear assets.
A server came over, and I threw caution to the wind and ordered a club soda. I normally wasn’t one for bubbly or dry drinks. He returned with our order relatively quickly.
As she sipped her Sex on the Beach, Jane abandoned her perusal of the club’s patrons and focused on me. “Lacey, I think you forgot to tell us something important.”
I hadn’t forgotten. As a stalling tactic, I tried to turn the conversation around. “Jane, I think you’re the one holding out.”
She blushed and looked away. “Damn. You’re too good at that.”
I wasn’t good at anything; that had been a lucky strike. Still, I knew better than to let this opportunity pass. “Jane, spill. I told you my dark and dirty secret of the week.”
Luma chimed in. “C’mon, Janie. If you can’t tell your besties, who can you tell?”
“Well, I landed a primo internship for this fall.”
We squealed. Luma and I grabbed Jane’s hands. “That’s wonderful.” We both said lots of positive, exclamatory things, and Jane blushed harder.
“Thanks, guys. I feel sort of bad. I hadn’t meant to go for that spot. I didn’t think I could get it, and then the next thing I knew, they were calling me. I feel bad because Owen wanted it, and he didn’t get it.”
Owen was a friend of Jane’s. They’d been in the same study group for two years. Leave it to Jane to feel bad about something good.
Luma snorted. “Owen’s an ass. He uses you because you’re brilliant. You can’t feel bad for him. If he relied
With that, I led them into the main room. It was packed, which made the vast chamber look much smaller. I scanned the room, automatically estimating the number of people there. It looked like Dylan was going to have a good turnout for his first performance. I hoped they took my advice about the sound mix.
Beside me, Jane and Luma followed suit, though I knew they were looking for something I wasn’t.
Luma huffed out a breath full of umbrage. “Lacey, you didn’t say it was an all-white event.”
The music pumping through the speakers changed from AFI to Silversun Pickups. I didn’t bother to look around. “An alt-rock band is performing tonight. They’re playing alternative music.”
She harrumphed. “Well, I guess I don’t need a date for tomorrow.”
Jane rolled her eyes. “Luma, you do know that refusing to date white guys is just as racist as only dating white guys, right?”
We’d discussed this before, at length, and we hadn’t arrived at a consensus. Luma maintained that she couldn’t help who she was attracted to. Jane liked to argue that Luma wouldn’t know if she didn’t try. Then Luma would bring up the fact that Jane maintained a heterosexual preference without having tried to date a woman.
I was waiting for the debate to escalate to the point where they decided to make out with one another to test the theory: Luma would be kissing a white person, and Jane would be kissing a woman. I saw it as a win-win. And I didn’t care who either of them dated as long as they were happy. Though I will admit that the idea of the two of them together left me a little jealous. We’d no longer be a trio; I’d be the third wheel.
“Let it go, ladies. We’re here to have fun.” I spotted a high-top table near the dance floor that had just been vacated. “I see our table. We’d better snag it before somebody else does.”
We made it to the table a second before another group arrived. The queen bee gave us a snotty glare.
Jane smiled, rolled her shoulders back to emphasize her breasts, and said, “You can join us. I’ll even let you buy me a drink.”
Luma and I exchanged glances. Pour a few drinks into Jane and she becomes flirty with just about everyone. We both wondered when she would take the dive and explore the wonderful world of women. Snotty girl and her crew sauntered away, giving Jane, I noticed, a prime view of their rear assets.
A server came over, and I threw caution to the wind and ordered a club soda. I normally wasn’t one for bubbly or dry drinks. He returned with our order relatively quickly.
As she sipped her Sex on the Beach, Jane abandoned her perusal of the club’s patrons and focused on me. “Lacey, I think you forgot to tell us something important.”
I hadn’t forgotten. As a stalling tactic, I tried to turn the conversation around. “Jane, I think you’re the one holding out.”
She blushed and looked away. “Damn. You’re too good at that.”
I wasn’t good at anything; that had been a lucky strike. Still, I knew better than to let this opportunity pass. “Jane, spill. I told you my dark and dirty secret of the week.”
Luma chimed in. “C’mon, Janie. If you can’t tell your besties, who can you tell?”
“Well, I landed a primo internship for this fall.”
We squealed. Luma and I grabbed Jane’s hands. “That’s wonderful.” We both said lots of positive, exclamatory things, and Jane blushed harder.
“Thanks, guys. I feel sort of bad. I hadn’t meant to go for that spot. I didn’t think I could get it, and then the next thing I knew, they were calling me. I feel bad because Owen wanted it, and he didn’t get it.”
Owen was a friend of Jane’s. They’d been in the same study group for two years. Leave it to Jane to feel bad about something good.
Luma snorted. “Owen’s an ass. He uses you because you’re brilliant. You can’t feel bad for him. If he relied
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