She nods, biting her lip. “All five of them.”
I want to ask her about the one on her back, but we’re approaching the line in front of the entrance to the place we’re going to and the crowd’s voices silence me.
“You guys wait here,” Avery says, walking back toward the front of the line with a finger held up. “I’ll be right back.”
As soon as she’s out of sight, Nova says, “Are you guys going to be okay with this place?”
Quinton glances at the door then back at her. “As much as I love you, you need to relax. We’ve been to clubs before, even after we got clean.”
I discreetly catch Quinton glancing at me, which means he’s worried about me, but isn’t going to say anything to Nova because it’ll only make her worry more.
“I should have told her no places with alcohol,” Nova mutters, frowning at the ground.
“Every place has alcohol,” I tell her, then playfully nudge her shoulder. “Would you relax? We’ll be fine.” I lift up my hand as if making a vow. “And I won’t drink. I promise.” I’ll just do the line in my pocket.
She still seems concerned, but gets distracted when Avery comes skipping back with a half-smoked cigarette in her mouth and three pink bands in her hand and one around her wrist. “Here. Put these on.” She hands us each a band, looking very proud of herself. “And follow me.”
“What about the line?” Nova asks as she puts the band on her wrist.
Avery pulls her cigarette out of her mouth. “I have connections.” She turns around to head to the front, giving me another once-over, looking like she’s trying to be nonchalant about the fact that she’s checking me out, but falters a little. It makes it really hard not to just grab her and kiss her. I’m not that kind of guy, though. I’m honestly not even sure when the last time I just made out with a girl was. I’ve f**ked a lot of girls, ones I didn’t know, ones that were high—I was high. I’m not even sure if I know how to just kiss.
We follow Avery to the front of the line and the bouncer lets us right through, giving Avery a kiss on the cheek as she walk by and muttering something about being sorry to hear about Conner. The name makes her expression falter, but she quickly recovers and plaster a fake smile on her face. Boy, she’s f**king good. It always takes me a beat or two to fake it. She must have a lot of practice. Why, though?
“Thanks,” she says to the bouncer, then opens the door and we follow her inside the club.
The lighting is low, like it is in most clubs. The music loud and bass throbbing. The air smells like smoke, sweat, and booze. There’s a dance floor that gives everyone an excuse to rub up against each other until they all become so horny they have to pair off and go back for a one-night stand. I know the scene. Lived it for a long, long time, and it makes me want to live it again. Maybe Nova’s right. We probably should have avoided places like this tonight.
We find a table in the back corner where it’s less noisy. Nova and Quinton sit down and Nova picks up a menu. I’m glancing around, looking for the bathroom, not because I have to piss, but because I need to do this line before it drives me insane.
“You want to come with me to get drinks?” Avery asks me. She has this accusing look on her face and I swear she knows exactly what I was just thinking. But how could she? No one possibly could.
“Sure,” I tell her, one single word that’s really f**king hard to get out.
“You guys want anything?” Avery asks Nova and Quinton.
“A water’s fine,” Quinton says, but I can tell it’s a little difficult for him to say it when we’re here in a room full of booze.
“A diet Coke,” Nova says, opening up the menu. Her gaze flicks to me for a moment and I can tell she’s wondering what I’m going to come back with.
“Relax,” I say to her, just so she’ll stop. “I’ll be a good boy. I promise.”
That gets her to smile.
I follow Avery to the bar area where she leans over the counter, trying to flag down the bartender. Her dress rides up and I get a glimpse of this unique flower symbol-type tattoo on the back of her thigh. That makes three I’ve seen. Only two more to go.
“Hey Benny, would you hurry your ass up,” Avery calls out playfully to the bartender, who glances over at her and grins.
“Keep your panties on,” he says as he pours some shots. God, it’s been a while since I’ve had a shot. “I’ll be over in a second.”
Avery laughs and then settles on a barstool, her eyes landing on me. “So are you going to sit down or just stand there?”
She’s got me thrown off a little. Very blunt. Very forward, or at least that’s how it seems. But like I said, there’s this look in her eyes like she’s trying to keep a lot of secrets buried.
I drop down on the stool and rest my arms on the countertop. “You come here a lot? You seem to know a lot of people around here.”
“Well, I should,” she says with a twinkle in her eyes. “Since I work here every afternoon from noon to five.”
I want to ask her why she’s in desperate need for a house, but I don’t want to make her uncomfortable, so I opt for option number two. “So what’s the tattoo on the back of your leg mean?”
She smiles at me again in this dark, mysterious sort of way. “You noticed that one, huh?”
I nod. “Yeah, while you were flagging the bartender down.”
She rolls her tongue in her mouth like she’s trying not to laugh. “When you were checking out my ass?”
I could deny it, but I don’t want to. “Hey, it’s a nice ass. It’s hard not to look at it.”
That gets her to laugh. “I knew it,” she says, shaking her head with a grin as she looks ahead at the mirror in front of us.
I lean forward to catch her gaze. “Knew what?”
She laughs a little more, amused with whatever she’s thinking. “That you were one of those guys.”
“Those guys?” I’m curious what she means.
She doesn’t answer right away or look at me. The song switches from this poppy, silly one to “All the Same” by Sick Puppies and I’m grateful because I hate club music.
Finally she looks me, slowly scanning me over from head to toe. “Blond hair, pretty blue eyes, a charming smile. You’re one of those guys who knows he’s hot and knows just the right thing to make a girl swoon or whatever.”