Page 12 of Patchover Fright Night
“Same here.”
“The landline, fuckhead.” Grease fell silent, and I turned as the doors crashed open again, and Ryder dragged Tori inside, pushing them closed, so he could pull her away from there.
“What the fuck is going on?” He yelled at us as he approached. Thank god. More sober people.
“Did you see Micro? Is he safe?” I asked, and he shrugged, checking the door was still closed behind him.
“You’re not tripping too?” Ice asked, looking like he was ready to lose his mind, especially as he dragged Lissa’s hand out of his pants for what must have been the third time already.
“We were uh… distracted, and uh… everyone was nuts when we… emerged.”
I realised they both looked flushed, and Tori’s t-shirt was half untucked, and her hair was scruffed up. Great. They’d been off fucking, while this was going on.
“You couldn’t have kept it in your pants, until the party went without a hitch?” Ice snapped at him, as Grease suddenly cursed out, and something crashed to the floor in the office.
“Phone lines are dead too. We’re cut off.”
“Sat phone?” Ice asked, and Grease cursed.
“In my bedroom. Locked in my safe.”
“Fuck’s sake!”
“Give him the combination then!” Cammy yelled, and Grease yelled the word ‘fuck’.
“Come on, man, it’s an emergency!”
“You know I fucking can’t! I need to get it myself.”
“Why doesn’t he just give you the combination?” I asked Ice, and he sighed heavily, banging his head against the door.
“Because we’re not privy to the things he keeps in there.”
“What about Micro? I’m his old lady, or I will be. Can’t I look?”
“NO!”
Ryder nudged Tori past us into the dark hallway. “Can the ladies all move over there a minute? We need a conflab over here.”
I let Tori drag us with her, and we sat Lissa in the corner, hoping she’d find more imaginary shit to enjoy while we were stuck here.
“How did this happen?” Tori hissed at us, as the men argued through the door on the best course of action.
“Spiked drinks, apparently.”
“That stuff from my father was safe, I promise you that. I knew he was sending it, but he’s fucking careful.”
“He’s mafia, babe, of course he was. But they were using the mass of kegs over by the back of the storage area.”
I grabbed Cammy’s hand suddenly.
“If those were spiked, and they keep drinking…”
We all stared at each other in horror. If they kept drinking, someone would die, maybe many of them.
“We need to put those fucking kegs out of commission. Asap. Ry?”
He immediately put his focus on his wife and old lady, and she pointed to the door.
