Page 29 of Blossoms of the Heart
I laughed and hung up.
Me an angel. Yeah right. If he ever knew the dirty thoughts I had of Phoebe, he would never compare me to an angel. Demon was more like it.
I smiled to myself. Scott thought he had one over me because I was supposedly tied up.
Time to go see my cousin and her little sexy friend.
I had the perfect plan.
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Phoebe
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Mitsuke took a sip of wine and grimaced, setting her glass back down on the table.
It was nearly ten, I was now at least ten times more tired than I was earlier but damn, it was fun to hang out with her. And the club was cool. I liked the way they decorated the place with fluorescent pink, lipstick red, and sky blue colors.
We’d danced for a little when we first arrived then retreated to this little booth to drink when her killer heels gave literally started killing her.
Now it would be the drink.
“Drink more. You have to,” she urged looking at my glass that was still full.
“It tastes like shit.” I winced and did my best to keep my voice low.
She didn’t want us to look completely stupid for ordering a five hundred dollar bottle of wine and not being able to finish it. Or have any. I hadn’t been able to get more than a sip past my throat. It would have been better if we just got shochu. I always loved the intense malt flavor mingled with the tang of alcohol. Definitely the best beer in the world.
“How do you know what shit tastes like? Have you tried tasting shit before?” She giggled. I giggled too.
It was that silly girly giggle that kept going forever. The kind that could have been about nothing and everything. Like being drunk but we weren’t drunk at all from the sip each we’d taken of the damn wine from hell.
The giggling was just how we were when we got together.
That was too long a gap for us.
The wine was to celebrate us seeing each other again after eight months.
I frowned when she pouted at me and then grabbed my glass and knocked back the whole thing.
“Whogabaggabagga.” I gurgled. The wine made me do it. Thank God the glass was small.
Mitsuke burst out laughing, grabbing the attention of the hot guys who were sitting at the booth next to us.
“Strong drink,” I told them with a little laugh. The cute blond one smiled at me.
Mitsuke laughed some more. “I’m sorry. I forgot how crazy you could be.”
“Me?” I pointed to myself. “Mitsuke, please let’s just get Diet Coke or something. I am actually thirsty.”
“We can’t get Diet Coke now after ordering Côte du Rhône”
“Côte de blaeh, ble bleh.” I grimaced swallowing against the sharp taste that was still in the back of my throat. We both laughed again.
“We’ll get you some water.” She signaled the waiter over and ordered two bottles of mineral water.
“Tap would have been fine.” Again I spoke low.
