“Damn it, Em!” Mandy said and put her hand over her heart. “Why did you do that? If you break that, there’s no way I can afford to replace it.”
I laughed as did Soph. “I’m not going to break it,” I said.
Soph stepped over and released the catch on Mandy’s quetchin, letting her hair fall down her back in the braid.
“You can wear the braid, but not in that work clip,” Soph said firmly. “Let your hair down, Mandy, or you’ll never lose your virginity.”
I snickered as Mandy turned bright red. It was a running joke between the three of us. Soph was the man-eater, and the only one of us who seemed to get sex on a regular basis. I had managed to have two lovers, and Mandy was Mandy. She always had her head in a book or in work. So she was still in possession of her virginity, something we teased her about unmercifully. And Mandy being Mandy just grinned and shrugged.
“When I meet someone who can make me want to lose it then I’ll lose it,” she said, and she honestly meant it.
“Okay, ladies,” I said. “Let’s go set the club on fire!”
Soph laughed. Mandy shook her head. We all linked arms and headed out to the hallway and the shuttle that would take us across the ship to the rest and relaxation rooms. I wanted a drink, a dance and a wicked man built for pleasure. Not necessarily in that order.