Page 308 of Dark Love

“That’s us.” Mindy takes my arm and pulls me along behind them.

“Wait.” Tac sets his arm down in front of me.

“Tacy Baby, she’s with me.” Diane rubs a hand across his forearm.

Tacy Baby?!? That has got to be the worst nickname I’ve ever heard.

The frown causing his forehead tattoos to wrinkle leads me to question if her technique is going to work. His eyes run up and down my body. “She’s with you?”

“Yeah, Prue is new, but she’s really nice.” She switches from a whole hand to a single finger and a pout. It seems she’s pulling out the big guns for me.

“She works with you?”

“Yeah, Tacy Baby. She’s a sweetheart.”

“Fine. But don’t let her get in trouble.” He lifts his arm with a glare at me.

Do I really look like the type to get in trouble?

He certainly seems to think so. I should take that as a compliment…right?

Diane and Mindy pull me through the doorway into a glittery but somehow still sexy lobby. There’s a loud pounding bass coming through the thick doors in front of us. This doesn’t look or sound like any bar I’ve been to before.

“Ready?” Mindy almost shouts.

Why do I need to be ready to get drin—

Diane pulls the door open, and a wall of noise practically knocks me over. If they both hadn’t been holding on to me, I’d be on the ground staring up at the world, looking as stupefied as I feel.

This isn’t a bar!

They brought me to a club!?! I wore a pencil skirt and flats to a club.

I, Dahlia Prudence Fleur, am in a club for the very first time in my longish life, and I’m wearing a pencil skirt.

“The new girl gets the shots!” Diane screams over the noise pollution. This screeching and banging can hardly be considered music.

“You heard her. Go buy us some shots while we find a table.” Mindy pushes me towards the massive bar at the side of the room.

Shots? I need to buy shots. “Okay.” How do you buy shots? It can’t be that hard because people seem to be getting them without an issue.

You can do this. You can go to a club. And buy shots. You can be one of the cool kids at work.

Why didn’t I go to dinner with Adonis and everyone else?

People strangely seem to move out of my way as I walk right up to the bar. Were those people not waiting for drinks? Why did they move out of my way?

Don’t ask questions. Just get your shots and find your friends before your head explodes.

“What can I get you?” A pretty blonde woman in a black tee shirt and slacks stops across from me at the bar.

“Shots. I’d like two shots, please.”

“What kind of shots?” She seems to be doing seven things while trying to get my order.

“Um… Drink shots?”

The woman freezes and actually looks at me for the first time. “You’re new around here.”

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