I look over at Tyler, who just shakes his head. "Is that really how you talk about women?" I say.
"I would never say that to her face," Joa says, laughing. "I'm a gentleman, after all."
"Yeah, and I totally would never say that about Erica at all," Thunder says, looking at me. "She's really cool. I actually wrote her a poem. I'm not sure if she read it to you, but I'm thinking about submitting it to theNew Yorker."
"Okay," I say, just staring at him. I watch as the two girls walk back. Erica is grimacing at Tyler, and Sabrina is glaring at me. "Hey," I say. "Everything okay?"
"What are you doing here?" Sabrina says, glaring at me.
" My buddy and I wanted to come out, and it just so happened to be the same place where you were."
"Well, I think that you're ridiculous."
"I think thatyou'reridiculous," I say to her. I grab her by the wrist and pull her to the side. "That guy's a pig, okay? I hope you're not even considering doing anything with him."
"Excuse me." She flutters her eyelashes at me. "It's not your business who I?—"
"He's dating someone else," I say.
"Excuse me?"
"I said he's seeing someone, so if you do something, you'll actually be helping him cheat on his woman."
"How do you know?"
"He was literally just telling us."
She looks over at Joa. "No. He wouldn't. That's so trashy."
"It's very trashy. And if he's trashy, I'm assuming his friend is also trashy, and I don't want anyone trashy dating my sister.And I would hope you would not want anyone trashy dating her either."
"What am I supposed to do? They've had this connection." She lowers her voice.
"Well, we need to think of something."
Tyler looks at me. "I'm going to go and get another drink. I'll catch you in a little bit."
"Okay." I nod.
"I'm sorry about your dress," he says to Erica. "You'll have to let me make it up to you sometime."
"No, thank you." She glares at him.
"Would you like to dance?" Thunder asks her, and she nods.
I watch as they go onto the dance floor, and then it's just me, Sabrina, and Joa standing there. "Would you like to dance, Sabrina?" he says.
“Yes, thank you. I would love that.”
“You were literally just calling her Sabella five seconds ago," I say to him, but he ignores me.
He grabs her hand, and they head to the dance floor. I stand there, annoyed. They’re dancing to some sort of hip-hop music, and I’m not appreciating the way that he’s moving and grinding up behind her. Sabrina seems to be having the time of her life, shaking her hair back and forth, her boobs bouncing up and down. I watch as she bends forward slightly and backs her ass up onto him. And that is enough for me to call it a night.
I head over to them and grab her by the arm. "Hey, what are you doing?" she says, glaring at me.
"I think it's my turn for a dance," I say. I pull her into my arms and spin her around.
"I was just dancing with him. You can't."