Page 122 of Driftwood Daffodil

“You know what… I hope they sacrifice you. In fact I’ll hold you down.”

Ugh, rude.

“Tell you what,” I lifted my hand to point at the blonde. “If you give me whatever she’s on, I won’t fight the sacrifice.”

Memphis’s face dropped, “the last thing you need is drugs.”

Pfft, killjoy.

“Fine, but I’m not going to stand here and watch you two make out.” I walked away while singing, “I’m going to find my own make out partner.”

The night was young and I felt a renewed sense of determination.

“Gio isn’t here.” Memphis sang back, making me shoot a dirty look back at him.

I made my way into the crowd intent on finding someone who’s sole focus wasn’t on my chest. At this point I didn’t even care if it was a girl. And I found that person – or more like walked into them. Unfortunately it was someone I wanted to see less than Gio.

While searching the crowd, I twisted through a dancing couple, and crashed into a hard chest, causing the rest of my beer to splash out of my cup.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

Great, Simon. What was he doing here?

The couple muttered something while I shook droplets off my arm and grumbled under my breath. “Mother…”

The rest of the curse got stuck in my throat when I looked up. He looked worse than Memphis. Simon’s right eye was completely swollen shut, his left arm was in a cast, and it looked like there was a piece of his ear missing.

“Did you get hit by a car?” And who was driving, cause I’d like to give them a high five.

“More like a bat.”

My brows knit, “What?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he interrupted. “Can we talk?”

That was an easy, “No”.

“You can’t still be mad at me?”

I believed I could. In fact I was pretty sure I could stay mad until the end of time. “Did you bring your girlfriend with you?”

Simon’s eyes rolled. “Cindy isn’t my girlfriend.”

“No, she’s just the girl you sleep with when you do have a girlfriend.”

“Can’t you let that go?”

Could I let that go… No, no I don’t think I could.

“Have fun Simon, if you’ll excuse me…” I turned to walk away. “I need another drink.”

Because someone spilled mine.

“You can have mine.”

“No thanks.”

“It’s bourbon.”

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