Page 13 of Lights Out

Kit twists his lips, glancing at Indy before answering. “Yeah, probably.”

“Who knows,” Indy says. “I was a dick to guys back then. Best we didn’t test it.”

Kit nods. “I have to agree. Besides, it’s fun keeping the intrigue alive.”

“Intrigue?” Jerryn asks.

“Yeah, you know, wondering what you’re all like in bed.”

“I spend zero time wondering what any of you are like in bed,” Lowen says.

“I’ve wondered,” I admit. “Mostly when I’m drunk.”

“Like right now?” Bane asks, grinning. “I’m amazing by the way.”

“Says you,” Lowen retorts.

“Do you even take off your clothes first, Low?” Bane shoots back.

“As if I would allow sweat and cum on my wardrobe.”

Indy cackles. “Nice clapback.”

Lowen bows his head.

“How would you know?” Jerryn asks softly. “Like, how would you know if you’re good or not?”

Everyone stops talking, focusing on our friend.

“You’re um, you’re not a virgin are you, Jer?” I ask.

Lowen smacks my arm. “None of your business. Rude.”

“It’s okay,” Jerryn says. “I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never had anyone give me a review either.” He looks at Indy. “How do you know?”

Indy shrugs. “I guess it’s confidence.”

“Or arrogance,” Kit adds.

“Or how clingy they are afterwards,” I add. “If they keep texting and wanting a repeat, that’s a pretty good sign.”

Jerryn nods, biting his bottom lip. I have to admit I’ve always been a little curious about him. He’s always with Bane and I’ve never seen him leave the bar with someone. He told us his workload was too much for relationships, and hell, I believed him, but he never seemed to be into hookups either.

“I’m not a casual sex kind of guy,” he says. “I figured that was obvious.”

“And there’s nothing wrong with that,” Lowen says. “I’m the same.”

“I know. I’m not embarrassed or anything. When the right guy comes along, I’ll know it.”

I glance at Bane who’s tearing up his napkin and avoiding eye contact. Hmm.

“There’s no rush, man,” Indy says. “We’re in our career building phase now. Love will come when it does. I guess.”

“On that note…” I lift my half empty beer. “Thirty minutes to two. Let’s close this night out in style, huh?”

“What do you suggest?” Indy asks.

A crazy idea hits me. “Bar dance!”

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