Page 9 of Zombie's Howl-O-Ween
I didn’t know what he meant but who cared? Not me. I was too busy watching Trixie.
She scanned the room and fidgeted with her fingers. At first glance, I almost didn’t recognize her with the black eyeliner and skimpy dress. I much preferred her natural state. Her brown hair was down and curled instead of up in a messy bun. I could see her curvy legs, which I had to admit looked spectacular in black tights.
My dick rumbled to life as she moved into the room, a little wobbly on super tall high heels. But she managed just fine.
“Go greet her, buddy,” Lynx told me. “Don’t make her wait or another guy might get to her first.”
My hands rolled into fists at the thought. If any guy so much as talked to Trixie, I might lose my mind.
“Here she comes,” Lynx said.
I froze on the stool.
“What’ll you have?” Arctic asked. He was bartending tonight with a couple of Lynx’s employees from The Bullet. Arctic wasn’ta partier like the rest of the Knights. Like me, he kept to himself, but he wasn’t strange and weird.
“Something strong and sweet, please. My nerves are out of control,” Trixie replied in that sweet voice I often heard in my head.
“You got it.” Arctic made quick work of pouring her something that looked like apple juice.
“Talk to her,” Lynx whispered.
“Have you seen Brandon, I mean Zombie?” Trixie asked. “He invited me, but I’m not sure he’s here. Been looking for him since I got here.”
Arctic looked in my direction. He knew it was me behind the wolf mask. Hopefully he didn’t blow my cover.
“Sorry. Haven’t seen him.” He placed a glass in front of Trixie. “Apple pie moonshine.”
“Thank you. I’ll keep looking for him.” She sipped her drink, then left.
“Dude, why’d you just sit there?” Lynx asked.
“I don’t know.”
Arctic put his hands on the bar and leaned toward me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m having second thoughts. I’m not good with girls.”
“Plenty of Kittens would say differently. Do what you do best,” Lynx said. “Get her naked and make her scream.” And with those final words, he left.
“Listen to him. Give her your best and the rest will be easy.” Arctic winked, then went to help someone else at the bar. He was massive and the club girls called him Viking instead of Arctic.
I needed to work up the courage to reveal myself to Trixie. In the meantime, I’d follow her to make sure nobody bothered her.
An hour had passed since Trixie arrived and the party was in full swing. She’d quickly made friends with Emilee and some of the other old ladies.
I wasn’t sure if I was happy with her making herself at home so quickly. But then, Trixie was easy to talk. Friendly. And not shy at all. She was always chatting with customers when I’d go into her family’s deli.
The apple pie moonshine probably helped to loosen her up, too.
“I don’t get it,” she shouted. “Why would Zombie ghost me after inviting me to the party? I mean, he’s probably around here avoiding me. One look at me, and he was probably like, nope.”
I’d never thinknope.
“Not at all. It just takes him a little bit longer to warm up,” Emilee replied. “You must be special if he personally invited you.”
“I don’t know how special I am if he’s nowhere to be found. Honestly, I shouldn’t have come. I could be watchingHocus Pocusand eating a bowl of kettle corn.”
Kettle corn was my favorite. Never heard ofHocus Pocusbefore.
