Page 263 of His White Moonlight
Me: Sophia and I are at a club downtown.Want to join us?
Miranda: Send me the address.I’ll be right there.
Sophia cheered and waved down a server to order a line of shots.She knew the only time I let loose was when I had a trusted designated sober person with us, whether we had a ride or not.And thanks to Miranda’s wolfy tolerance, getting drunk was nearly impossible for her.
The shots were lined up and waiting for us by the time Miranda walked into the busy club.
“Look at you getting ready to misbehave,” Miranda said when she saw what was waiting.“What’s the occasion?”
“Wrenly’s going to say yes tonight,” Sophia said.“Our sisterhood of singularity is about to be cut to two.”
Miranda’s gaze cut to mine.“Seriously?You’re accepting his mark?”
“Yes, unless you say or do something to freak me out.”
She quickly picked up a shot and handed it to me.
“Hell no.You’re going to make him the happiest mate ever tonight.Does he know?No.He can’t know, or you wouldn’t be sitting here drinking.Hurry up.Take the shot before he shows up.”
I laughed at her and downed the shot.It burned.“He’ll blame you if I get too drunk.Keep that in mind.”
“Oh, I will.”She focused on Sophia, eyeing her clothes.“I know you have better taste than that.Did you have some kind of home emergency that forced you to evacuate without packing and borrow from Wrenly’s closet?”
Sophia laughed and plucked at her T-shirt and jean shorts.
“These are now my standard clubbing clothes.Less attention in these.”
“And why do we want less attention?”Miranda asked.
“I’m not the till-death-do-us-part type, and we’ve hit the age where men start craving seeing us in a white dress.Unless it’s a fuck-boy looking for a good time, I’m telling them all I’m currently gender transitioning and that I’ll call them after I’m healed from surgery.No one’s left their number with me yet.”
Miranda nearly died laughing.While I knew Sophia wasn’t serious about transitioning, she was very serious about avoiding commitment because of how badly her dad had screwed over her mom in their messy divorce.
“Not all men are scumbags,” I said.“Look at Bennett.He’s waited fifteen years for me.”
“He’s a unicorn,” Sophia said.
“Something will be pointy on him tonight, but it won’t be on his forehead,” Miranda said.
I made an “ew” face.“How can you dress so nice and have no class?”
Miranda winked at me.Sophia laughed and handed us all the second round of shots.It didn’t burn as much this time, and when they dragged me out to the dance floor, I was ready for the packed, body-to-body bumping and grinding.
Sophia used me as her dance partner, getting dirty with her moves, which entertained me and more than a few guys watching us.I lost myself to the music until Sophia motioned she was thirsty.Apparently, grinding on me like a perv was dehydrating.That, or she was craving a better buzz.
We left the floor and ordered another round of drinks, not shots, and sat at our reserved table.
“So where are you staying now that you’re back?”Miranda asked as we sipped.
“Bennett has a downtown flat that’ll be near the welfare center,” I said.“We’re going back there tonight.”
“Smart since the rest of your family is back at the old house,” Sophia said.“I hear the mating sessions with a shifter can be pretty intense.”
Miranda shot her a warning look, and Sophia shrugged.
“Wrenly’s the one who told me.”
“He won’t be intense with you,” Miranda said.“He won’t do anything to scare you.”
