Page 84 of Ruling Scar
“Tomorrow,” Isolde informs.
“Could you not,” Ren says, tapping her bottle against Isolde’s arm.
“What?” she asks oblivious.
“Are you guys really going to go?” I ask.
Isolde drank a lot earlier, but she’s stone-cold sober now. “She’s adamant about going.”
“Okay?” I don’t follow.
“She says she’s got a meeting.”
“A business meeting?” Everyone knows she only conducts business at Fujimori’s.
“A personal meeting,” Ren corrects. After a second of boggling at her, she further clarifies, “Not like that. I mean. . . not all my meetings are business. This is a. . .”
I lift a brow. “You never ramble.”
She rolls her eyes and one of her heels digs into the black and white linoleum flooring. “I’m not going there for sex.”
“But you need to meet someone there?” I ask.
She nods.
“And I told her I was going,” Isolde says.
“That’s really not necessary.”
“I’m not letting you roll up to a meeting by yourself.”
“Are you expecting trouble at this meeting?” I ask.
What the fuck is happening at these sex clubs?
“No.” Ren shoots a pointed look at her friend. “Which is why I’m saying, I don’t need back up.”
“Well, no matter what you’re going to need some kinda protection in there.”
Ren stares at Isolde for a second before clapping a hand over her mouth and laughing.
I still have questions, though. “Why do you have to meet at a sex club?”
Ren tips her bottle to her lips. “I didn’t set the meeting spot.”
A meeting spot in a sex club? Ren lives a much more adventurous life than mine.
“Can I go?”
They stare at me.
“You?” Ren asks.
“Well. . . yeah.”
“To a sex club?”
“Well. . . yeah.”
