Page 15 of Hit and Run
To Whiskey:We both know that’s a fucking lie, sugar.
From Whiskey:Oh, Wren told me you’re racing in an underground circuit tonight. Good luck!
I’m not sure why but I smile so wide my cheeks start to hurt. This chick has me all twisted up.
To Whiskey:No sass. Are you feeling alright? ;)
From Whiskey:I knew you secretly loved it.
To Whiskey:It’s all I know. I haven’t even known you a full week yet.
From Whiskey:Don’t get used to it, Casanova. This has an expiration date on it.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I’m about to respond when there’s a knock on our door. Sketch hops off his bed and checks the peephole before opening it.
“Let’s go get some lunch, assholes.” Rascal barges in.
“Where are we going,” I ask.
“Twin Peaks,” Rascal states. I inwardly groan. By the look on Sketch’s face, he’s as excited as I am. “What’s wrong with you two fucks? Half-naked women and great food, what could be better?”
“Blaze said he would meet us there. After we eat, we will go to the dispensary to get our shit,” Diesel adds.
“Let’s go then.” I shrug. We load up in both mine and Diesel’s cars. All four of us in one would be too cramped. Blaze sent us all a text on our way to the restaurant to let us know he was already there and got us a table. What he didn’t tell us was Marley was coming with him. Rascal’s face pales when his eyes land on her, but he recovers before anyone else notices.
“What’s up, Blaze?” Rascal doesn’t acknowledge Marley. I greet Blaze then slide into the booth next to Marley.
“How’s it going, Mar?”
“It’s going,” She picks at her napkin, avoiding eye contact.
“Did something happen between you and Rascal?” I whisper. Her eyes go wide.
“What? Hell no!”
I laugh at her reaction, not fully believing her.
“Marley, what made you want to leave the shop and bless us with your presence,” Diesel asks. She spends a lot of time at the dispensary, not leaving unless she absolutely needs to.
“I just needed a break from the shop,” she replies. Diesel, being satisfied with her response, leaves it at that, but by the look on her face, I can tell the wheels are turning in her head. There’s something she isn’t saying.
“Hey, guys,” our waitress greets us. “And gal. Can I get you started with something to drink? Maybe an appetizer?”
Her eyes glance around the table, landing on me.
“Shade, long time no see,” she purrs out. I recognize the bitch’s face, but don’t remember her name. I quickly glance at her name badge. Vanessa. She was a quick fuck last time I was out here.
“Yeah, it’s been a while.” I deadpan. “Let me get a Coke, please.”
Her face falls when she doesn’t get the attention she wanted from me. Blaze is giving me a questioning look that I choose to ignore. Vanessa goes around the group collecting drink orders. Rascal is the last one.
“I’ll have a tall drink of you, sweetness.” He winks at her. I turn to Marley, who is glaring daggers at Rascal. The tension between Marley and Rascal is so thick you could cut it with a knife. I’ll have to try to get some information out of him when Marley isn’t around. After we finish eating, we waste no time and head over to Higher Zen.
8
Shade
As soon aswe get to the dispensary, Marley disappears. More than likely doing whatever she can to avoid Rascal. We talk about the new products Blaze has gotten for the shop this month, what’s hot and what’s a flop in the weed industry. I walk around looking for things to buy for myself. I grab a couple of carts of Classic Dream, some snickerdoodle cookies, marble chocolates, and some Epsom salt bath soak.
