Page 10 of Lucifer's Hounds

I turn my head to meet his and he kisses me gently, smiles, and walks back to his seat.

“I think we need shots,” I suggest.

“Oh yeah? What you got in mind?”

“How about something different. Something sweet, but strong.”

Cass raises his eyebrows at me. “Whatever you order, I’ll drink. As long as it isn’t Jack Daniels.”

“Done.” I spin on my heel and make a bee-line for the bar. It doesn’t take long for Lacey to spot me.

“Whatcha need babe?”

“Give me two of the Blue Raspberry bombs.”

Lacey ushers off to make the shots while I watch Cass break. He’s leaned over, his chin resting almost on the pool stick in his hand as he studies the shot in front of him. He pushes throughhis shot fluidly, in full control of the cue ball as his solid falls into the desired pocket, lining him up on his next shot.

“Here ya go! It’s twelve dollars.” Lacey sits two bomb cups with blueberry vodka in the center and a blue energy drink in the outer rim in front of me. I pay her and carry the shots to the table. Cass eyes the blue liquid suspiciously as he swishes it around.

“What’s in it?”

“Blueberry vodka and blueberry energy drink.”

Cass cocks his head to the side, but doesn’t comment.

“Cheers to a good time with a beautiful lady.” Cass lifts his shot to me in a toast.

“Cheers.”

I spend the next hour taking shots and the more I drink, the worse my shooting gets. We talk about our love for music and when the bartender shouts last call, we’re both pretty lit.

“Excuse me, Miss. Would you like an escort to your hotel?" he asks.

Giddy from the alcohol and the great company, I play along.

"I don't know about all that. Big, scary biker man wants to bring me to my room and have his way with me. Let me think about that.”

I saunter toward him. My face is only inches from his when I answer.

"Abso-fuckin-lutely," I slur, pushing him against the wall and kissing him.

"Let's get out of here.”

He grabs my hand and leads me outside. I stumble out the door behind him.

“I’m not letting you drive. I’ll bring you to your car in the morning.”

He takes my keys from my hand and securely places them inside his cut off.

“Fine.”

"Fine," he retorts.

"Great!"

"I don't like reruns anyway."

We both burst out laughing. "You are so phenomenal. No one else would know where that quote is from!”

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