Page 44 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation
Classic bread pudding with bourbon sauce, a towering chocolate mousse, and lemon cheesecake slices.
Even though we were all full, none of us said no.
Every spoonful prompted more moaning and more “God, that’s good” comments.
Finally, plates were cleared.We lingered, not wanting the night to end.
This had been one of our more chill things we had done, and it was amazing.
Another great night to add to the books.
Meg
We stepped out of the restaurant, full of delicious food and tasty drinks.My stomach was stretched to its limits, and walking the two blocks back to the motel sounded like a good way to make a little room.The cool night air hit us as soon as the door swung shut behind our group, and I breathed a little easier as the pressure in my gut had some room to settle with every step.
Everyone was chatty.Wrecker and Alice were ahead of us with their fingers laced together, while Reva and Hero trailed behind, talking to each other.Lo was next to me with his pinkie hooked with mine.It was a soft, familiar gesture that always made me swoon.The sidewalk lights cast long shadows behind us, and the hum of the town at night buzzed low.
“That might have been the best scallops I’ve ever had,” I admitted, patting my stomach.
“You said that the last time you had scallops,” Lo replied.
“Yeah, and I meant it then, too.They just keep getting better.”
Alice laughed up ahead.“I’m just glad we skipped the boat.We couldn’t have stuffed ourselves full and then walked back to the motel on water.”
“Plus,” Adley piped up, “I’m not exactly rolling in cash right now.That meal tonight was worth every penny and only cost half of what that boat ride would have.”
We all murmured in agreement.The supper club had been a win.
As we stepped into the parking lot of the Flamingo Inn, headlights flared behind us, high and blinding.Everyone flinched and turned to look at the car.
“Yo,” Bear called, waving a hand.“Go around us.”
The car didn’t move.
“What the hell?”Alice muttered.Her tone switched from relaxed to wary.
Four motorcycles rolled in behind the car, their engines low and throaty.Tension snapped like a rubber band stretched too far.
The guys immediately moved in front of us, like instinct.Slayer stepped in front of Adley and Wendy.Lo was in front of me without hesitation.
“What the hell do you want?”he called out.
The headlights on the car flicked off, and a door opened.A guy stepped out.One by one, the bikers parked and dismounted.They approached with that overconfident swagger that usually spelled trouble.
“Hey, there you guys are,” one of them called as if they were friendly.
I squinted, trying to place any of them.Nothing.Not a single familiar face in the bunch.We were just trying to enjoy our second-to-last night of vacation.This?This was not part of the plan.
“There you are,” Wrecker parroted, crossing his arms.“But I’m pretty sure I don’t give a damn.”
The guy from the car snapped.“You’re gonna get your fucking asses beat!”
“E, chill,” another guy barked.
They formed a sloppy line about ten feet away.Still, none of them looked remotely familiar.
“We don’t know what you want, but I’m pretty sure you’re barking up the wrong tree,” Wrecker said.“Get back on your bikes and leave.”
