Page 56 of Flipping the Script

And I didn’t even know why we were playing this stupid game instead of ignoring each other. It was like my common sense flew right out the window any time he was in my vicinity.

The song ended, the notes fading out and replaced with new ones.

I didn’t even pay attention to the transition and instead stepped away from my dance partner, putting some space between us.

He spun around, a hungry look on his face.

“Back room?” he asked breathlessly.

I shook my head. “Thanks for the dance.”

He shrugged and wandered away, not all that broken up by my rejection.

Jesse and his dance partner were also standing still, their heads bent together as they talked about something.

Probably discussing having some fun in the back room.

Whatever. He was free to do whatever, or whoever, he wanted.

My good mood was gone, and I doubted I’d be able to get it back while Jesse was here being a giant fun-sucker and sucking all the fun out of the room.

I’d grab a drink to cool off, then leave.

This was a stupid idea anyway. Picking up guys at clubs was something other people did.

Trying not to let my anger show, I stalked over to the bar and squeezed into an empty space between two couples.

“What can I get ya?” a bartender asked, practically materializing in front of me.

“Root beer, please.”

“Driving?” he asked.

I nodded.

He made my drink and put it on the bar top.

“How much?” I asked, pulling my wallet out of my back pocket.

“No charge.” He winked and moved down the bar.

“Don’t read into it,” Jesse said, coming up behind me. “They give free soda to all the DDs.”

I turned to face him and sipped my drink, the cool liquid soothing my scratchy throat. “Is that so?”

“Yup.”

“Good to know.” I swirled the contents of my drink around, the ice cubes clinking softly in the glass. “Where’s your date?”

Why had I asked that? I didn’t give a fuck where his boy toy was.

“What date?” he smiled obnoxiously. “This is Envy. You don’t bring dates here.”

“Fine. Where’s your flavor of the night?”

“Who the fuck knows.”

The couple next to me moved away from the bar, leaving an open space. Jesse slid into it and crossed his big arms over his chest as he mirrored my pose.

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