Page 63 of The Rejected Omega

“Right. Like you and Masters arefriends. ”

The spiking of Lance’s scent is making me nauseous. I take a long sip of my drink, letting the fruity mixer dull the smell.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you felt that way. I’m not looking for anything?—”

“Whatever. Everyone thinks you’re a frigid bitch, but I guess you’re just another gold-digging omega cocktease.”

Lance shoulders past me, knocking part of my drink onto my dress.

He disappears into the crowd, and I shake my head, feeling whiplashed.

I wade through the tangle of bodies on the dance floor to find Roy and Tessa.

Roy spots the wet spot on my dress and frowns. “Did someone spill their drink on you? Who was it? Point me at ‘em.”

I roll my eyes. “Lance is an asshole.”

“Lance Williams?” Roy asks.

“Coulda told you that,” Tessa says.

Roy writhes in time to the music, not missing a beat.

“He’s a little big for me to take, but I know just who to call. WhatisMeaty Masters up to tonight?”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Is your passcode the same? I can sext him for you. He’ll show up real quick.”

“I had to change it when you kept switching my profile photos to handsome Squidward.”

“Oh yeah! That was a good bit.”

“You did it on LinkedIn!”

“Someone’sgotta bring some levity to that place.”

Tessa twines her arms around my neck and forces me to sway with her. She and Roy must have been pregamed.

“I’m gonna start calling you Melon,” she slurs.

“Cucie!” Roy says.

“I’m going to get more drinks,” Tessa yells. She’s too loud in my ear. “What do you want?”

“Anything but more slick shots,” I say.

“Please. I’m a woman of taste.”

“I heard that!” Roy yells as she’s swallowed up by the crowd.

I sip on my drink, and Roy grips the bottom of my cup and tips more into my mouth.

“Come on, it’s my birthday!”

Two more ‘fruity deceptions,’ as Roy's dubbed them, and I’m starting to really feel the music.

I dance with the other faceless members of the swarm, losing myself to the beat and the buzz of alcohol.

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