Page 2 of I Remember Moscato

In our group of friends, there’s Isabella, Luciana, Chloe, Evangeline and Owen. It’s because of Owen that tonight is happening. He and Luciana are the photographers for Luminescence, which Luciana’s family owns. And he’s been asking if they would consider having a mixed night. It’s usually an all-male strip show, but tonight and tomorrow night they’re trying a male and female weekend for the first time.

“Have I said how happy I am that we’re finally getting a mixed weekend?” Owen smiles at all of us.

We’re setting up before they let the VIP ticket holders in. We do this every Friday and Saturday night when the club has shows.

I chuckle at Owen. “How long have you been asking?”

“Years. Maybe decades.” He laughs.

“So dramatic,” Isabella teases.

Luminescence opened two years ago. And Owen’s been asking basically since day one. He finally got his wish. I have to say I’m excited for tonight too. When you have an all-male strip show, it’s mostly women that come to see it. I’m looking forward to having men here tonight.

“Hot men coming to see the show is going to be so much fun,” Evangeline says as she’s wiping the booths down.

“I agree, I think this weekend is a good idea. Do you think you’ll keep doing it?” I ask Luciana.

Luciana nods at me. “I think we’re going to do the mixed thing once a month.”

Jagger

After taking in the club layout, I turn and see the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. She’s standing ten feet away from me and I can see she has two different color eyes, and the most mouth-watering curves. I need to know who she is.

“Earth to Jagger,” I hear my sister Lennon say to me as she’s waving her hands in front of my face.

I tear my eyes away from my angel to look at my sister.

“What? Sorry. Were you saying something?”

“I was telling you that our booth is over here. But you’re busy staring at that gorgeous woman over there,” Lennon teases me.

I roll my eyes at her and laugh. “You’re a dork. Let’s go sit down.”

As we sit down, I look over to see my angel looking at me, and I can’t help but smile at her. I want to go over and talk to her. I’m guessing she works here because she’s off to the side of the stage.

“Why don’t you go over and try to talk to her?” Presley nudges my arm.

“You think so? I don’t want to get us kicked out.”

“Fuck it. Just go and if they kick us out? Whatever. At least you tried.”

My brother Presley is a romantic. He says that he knows there’s someone for everyone and that sometimes we have to weed through the icks to get to the one. I’ve had a few icks and a few maybes but never the one. Until now. I know it sounds crazy, hearing me say it in my head sound crazy. But I just know.

“Go. Don’t be a coward and have to wonder ‘what if,’” Presley says to me. “It’s the perfect time. The show won’t start for another thirty minutes. GO.”

I get up out of the booth and make my way over to where she is. Suddenly there’s a few women and men coming up beside her. Shit.

“You can’t be over here,” one of the guys says to me.

Now I’m not a small guy. I’m six four, but this guy has at least two to three inches on me. I put my hands up in an ‘I surrender’ gesture.

“I just wanted to introduce myself to the beautiful woman behind you.”

He turns and looks at the four women standing behind him. One is clearly pregnant, and the others are gorgeous. But they’re not my angel.

“Which one?” he turns back to me.

“The one with one blue eye and one green eye.”

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