AS WE GET TO THE dance floor, the beat changes and turns into something almost dangerous. If there are vampires here tonight, this is the song they’ll dance to, and since I’m a Mick St. John fan from way back, I consider this a good thing. I scan the crowd for men with pale faces as my body easily downshifts into the new rhythm. Teagan and I make our way to the center of the floor where we find a small pocket of space to get our groove on.
Within seconds we’re approached by a couple of guys who dance in our personal space wearing jeans that show way too much testicle. I don’t even bother with the eyebrows. I turn sideways and ignore the one closest to me completely. A few seconds later he’s moved on to his next conquest. I say a prayer that the poor girl’s beer goggles aren’t on and totally fogged up.Teagan’s doing the same avoidance thing, but her wannabe date isn’t taking the hint so well. She sends up a silent SOS in the form of crossed eyes at me, so I put my arms over her shoulders and dance really close to her. “Bugger off,” I say, giving him the mean-eyebrow.He holds up his hands in surrender and then beats feet out of there. We collapse in giggles thinking we just scared him off the dance floor completely. Poor guy. Obvious amateur. There’s a game that’s played out here on the floor, and if you can’t play you just have to leave. That’s how I look at it. Besides, he needed to stop dancing. Strangling man-jewels like that could affect his ability to have kids some day. Not that a man like that should have kids, but hey … maybe he’ll meet a nice girl someday who will shop for him. Men can change. I think.The next guy to approach me is gone in seconds. I bust out the you’ve-got- to-be-kidding-me eyebrow on him. I always use a slight lift with a frown mixed in for a man wearing skinny jeans and a torn cotton top. I’m pretty sure I shriveled at least one of his hackie sacks, but it had to be done because he was rubbing something up on me that I either had to eyebrow-away or cut off. It’s better for both of us that I went the less drastic route.The third guy who approaches is a whole other kind of animal. He kind of takes my breath away, actually. Wowzies. He’s tall, muscular, and dressed like he’s just walked off the page of a Paco Rabanne magazine ad. When he smiles, my panties send a direct signal to my brain: Take me off. Now. Holy lady- boner. Vampire, twelve o’clock. Maybe they’re real. Weeee!I don’t give him the eyebrow and I don’t turn away. He can stay. He can foam finger me if he wants to. He can even eat crackers in my bed. I smile to let him know we’re all good. I wonder if he’ll suck my blood right here on the dance floor.“I was a little afraid to come over here,” he says, leaning down and talking near my ear so I can hear him over the music. Oh, shit … he smells good too.There’s nothing like a freshly showered, shaved, and cologned vampire man to get me in a twist.“Really? Why?” I yell back. I could not possibly be cooler. My shoes, my eyebrows, my hip-sway. Shakira has nothing on this action.“There’s a string of guys with broken hearts standing all around the dance floor.”“Ha.” I turn around and dance with my back to him. He takes the hint and moves closer.We say nothing for awhile, letting the music speak through our bodies.The lights get flashier and the pace of the music picks up. I turn around and face him again. His right hand moves to my hip, and I make sure to move my body around a little extra so he can see how flexible I am. Hips don’t lie.“You from around here?” he asks.“Did you seriously just ask me that?” I say, laughing. My laugh is very charming right now. I’ve practiced in front of the mirror for years.He grins, revealing model-perfect teeth.I’m wondering now if he’s a gay vampire. This might just be a friend- dance thing he has going on. Men this pretty are almost never straight. Some of my happy fog dissipates.“I just wanted to make sure you’d be around for awhile.”“Charming,” I say. I’m impressed. He’s got good stuff in that arsenal of his. I’m thinking the chances of a gay man practicing pick-up lines on me are pretty slim. Happy fog fully engaged!“Want to get a drink?” he asks.I picture walking up to Mick’s bar with this guy and immediately fall into a panic. “No, let’s dance some more.” I put my hand on his arm. There are muscles under that shirt. Holy, holy. He’s probably too warm to be a vampire, but I’m not complaining. Warm flesh is good too.“What’s your name?” he asks, getting closer to me. Both of his hands are on my hips now.“Quin. What’s yours?” “Mark.”“Nice to meet you, Mark.” I feel like a complete dork saying that, but it’s the best response I can come up with. Words are failing me because my brain is battling visions of Mick and this guy. Their faces are melding together and I’m seeing Mick’s head on this guy’s shoulders. I back up to get out of his grip, flustered. Dammit!His hands fall away but he acts like nothing happened. “Nice to meet youtoo.”The lights drop and the music downshifts. It’s not a slow song, but it’sdefinitely sexier without the faster beat.Mark comes in close and I let him. As his hands slide over my hips to the small of my back, our bodies sway with the rhythm. BOOM—DUH-DUH— BOOM … I’m sweating and so is he. His shirt is starting to stick to his chest, and I can see the line between his well-formed pecs.He’s so much taller than I am, his waist is closer to my stomach than my hips, making it just a little awkward. But when I look up at him and see his good looks go dark under the fading lights, I almost feel like I’m dancing with a real live vampire, and there’s not much sexier than that.Someone bumps into me on my right, jerking me out of my Twilight sex- haze, and I look over in annoyance. No matter how crowded the dance floor gets, there’s still some etiquette to be followed, and part of that concept is the rule that says you’re not supposed to be an asshole and ruin a vampire love affair moment.After-work party, dead ahead. “Watch it,” I say to the dingbat blonde who’s bumping and grinding away with a group of girlfriends. She has her navy blue blazer rolled up to her elbows and her blouse untucked over her pencil skirt.“Watch yourself,” she says, lifting her arms above her head while she does an old-school, modified, vertical cabbage patch move. I have no idea why women like this think that staring all sexy-like at their armpits is attractive. She just looks like she’s checking whether her deodorant is working or not.I really should punch her lights out and put her out of our misery, but I’m wearing a dress and trying to impress this vampire guy, so I decide against it. I narrow my eyes at her to let her know how lucky she is right now.“Come this way,” Mark says, pulling me closer to the edge of the dance floor. I look over my shoulder to make sure Teagan will follow, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Oops. I have no idea where she’s gone to, but I’m too ready to continue with this dance with Mark to worry about it much. She’s probably hanging out with Rebel, anyway. Those two are attached at the hip these days. The relationship is only three weeks old, but it’s like they’ve been together for a year. Rebel even talks like a normal person sometimes now.I’m moving in synch with Mark again when my eyes catch a complete lack of movement on the perimeter of the dance floor. Everyone else is bumping, grinding, and swaying to the beat, except for this one guy. Blonde hair, dark expression, thin but muscular build … shit. It’s Mick.I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel guilty, like I’ve done something wrong. Maybe even betrayed something between us. Suddenly, I’m afraid he’s going to think I’m with this guy Mark. I don’t want him to think that now, which is completely stupid because two seconds ago I was ready to sign up for the Mark fuck-me fan-club. But I can’t deny my own feelings. They’re there and mighty inconvenient. Nothing makes sense anymore. Panic sets in once again.I back away, but Mark grabs me by the waist and pulls me towards him. “Where are you going?” His smile is completely non-threatening and should have been sexy as hell, but all it does is irritate me.I put my hand on his wrist and push it down to detach him from me. “I’m good right here, thanks.” I step away again.“You sure?” he asks, moving towards me. He’s not being an ass, just persistent. Normally I’d like that in a guy, but right now it’s just damn inconvenient and mostly annoying.I feel someone standing against my back.“You okay, Quinlan?” Mick asks over my shoulder.My knees go weak at the close contact. The kiss he snuck from me comes back full force and my lips tingle with the memory. I am completely turned upside down inside. Now I can finally appreciate why Hellion is Mick’s nickname. He is raising hell with my system for sure.“Hey, buddy, what’s up?” Mark asks, lifting his chin in Mick’s direction.I turn sideways. “I’m fine, Mick. And stop calling me Quinlan.” I feel nauseated. Is it the drinks? Could two shots make me vom on the dance floor? And if I do lose it, will I ever be able to show my face in the LA club scene again? No, probably not. I’ll always be the girl who blew chunks on the dance floor.Mick looks down at me as if we’re the only ones in the whole place. My stomach does about ten flips and the music fades out like someone turned down the volume. My ears and throat burn with either near-vomit or my new Hellion- addiction. Neither one is good.“That’s your name, though. Your mom told me so.” He grins like he’s the king of the world. Like none of this is affecting him and I’m just some plaything he’s enjoying batting around.“Hey buddy, why don’t you go find another girl?” says Mark. “This one’s taken.”I frown, not sure how I feel about being in the middle of a cock fight. I do want Mick to go away, but only so I can get my stomach and brain back online.“I don’t think so,” says Mick, his shoulders going back a little.He’s fighting for me? What? What does that mean?!“Well, I do,” says Mark, drawing up to his full height. He’s got about four inches on Mick, at least.“Hey!” I yell, deciding then and there that I don’t appreciate being treated like a piece of meat. “Why don’t both of you back the hell off?” I turn and leave the dance floor, headed to the front door. I need to get some fresh air before I do something stupid.I finally get through the throngs of people hanging out in groups between the dance floor and the ent
TEAGAN’S CRYING SILENTLY AS SHE drives down the street like a bat out of hell.“Where are we going?” I ask, not wanting to push her but also not real crazy about the direction we’re going.“Away,” she says, her voice wavering as she works to hold in a sob. “Away tooooooo … crack-whores-ville?”“Yes.” She shifts to a higher gear and presses the accelerator harder. “Okaaaay.” I pause as I consider my next words. I’m not sure that this isthe best time to engage her in a conversation about what Olga said or did. “How about you pull into that Denny’s over there and we talk in the parking lot?”“I hate Denny’s. I’m not going there.”“You don’t have to eat. Just pull in.” I reach over and nudge the steering wheel.She huffs out an annoyed breath, but downshifts and swings the car into the lot. I have to brace myself against the door and dashboard to keep from being unseated.“Wow. Been practicing stunt driving long?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood.“Shut up,” she says, rolling towards a
WE PULL INTO THE PARKING lot of Rebel Wheels as the door to the main office flies open. A girl with long black hair comes storming out, and Teagan barely misses running her over.She screams in surprise and then glares at us through the windshield. “Watch where you’re going, you crazy bitch!” she screams.Teagan yanks her emergency brake up in one quick pull and throws open the door. “I know you didn’t just call me a crazy bitch.”The girl with the hair is no dummy. Even I’m scared at Teagan’s tone. She takes one look at my BFF’s angry expression and hightails it over to her white BMW. She’s in with the doors locked before Teagan even makes it around her Beetle.“That’s right!” Teagan yells at the back of the car as it roars past us. “You better run!”I look at Teagan and start laughing. Her hair is all over the place and one of her boobs is almost out of her dress.“What are you laughing at?” she says.“I’m not sure, but I think I’m looking at a very angry hooker.” I point to her che
THE PLACE IS A DISASTER. I stop in the entrance and take it all in. Dirty dishes cover the coffee table in front of the television. Clothing is draped over all the furniture, most of it way past the stage of needing a washing as far as I can tell. There are art canvasses of different sizes leaning in stacks against the walls and what I guess to be an easel in the corner of the room nearest the windows with a sheet draped over the painting that’s underneath. Paintbrushes are standing in old coffee cans on the windowsill and there are multi-colored paint spatters all over the tarp that’s on the ground and even the walls nearby. It smells like a paint store in here.I could have sworn Teagan told me that she’d been in here before, but she never mentioned any of this to me. I make a mental note to discuss this with her, because if her powers of observation somehow missed all of this, I’m going to recommend she get a brain scan of some sort.“You want something to drink?” he asks, moving o
I’M WALKING DOWN THE STREET wondering how long it’ll be before someone either pulls over and offers me a fiver for a BJ or shoots me in the back.Apparently, not long.A car slows down next to me and I squeak with fright, jumping off the sidewalk and into the weeds. A man’s voice comes at me as I kick at the soggy cardboard boxes that are tangling themselves around my feet.“Hey, sexy. Need a ride?”I spin around, grabbing my purse to keep it close and ready to let loose a string of nasty cuss words, when I recognize the car. It’s a bright red mustang, one I’ve seen parked at Rebel’s place before. Mick is in the driver’s seat.“Go away,” I say, getting my breath back and stepping onto the sidewalk.I walk as fast as I can in my heels.He drives along slowly next to me, his arm hanging out of the window and hugging the side of the car. “Come on, Quinlan, don’t make me beg.” He’s laughing at me, I can tell by the tone of his voice.“I don’t see what’s so funny. And stop calling me Quinl
MY MOM STICKS HER HEAD in the door to my room. I can see her through a crack in my covers. “Teagan’s here, sweetie. She brought you lunch.”I close the crack made by my bedspread so I can’t see her happy face anymore. “Tell her I have ebola virus and to stay away.”I hear some whispering that includes Teagan’s voice. The door to my bedroom shuts.“Get up, you skanky ho. I have Taco Bell,” she says.I peek out of my covers. I have always been unable to resist the siren song of The Bell, and she knows it. I’d pretty much dive into a pool full of oh-my- god-those-are-not-Baby-Ruths for home-delivered Taco Bell. Dammit. Teagan has brought out the big guns.The fact that she barely has any money to her name tells me how far she’s willing to go for me right now. I resign myself to the fact that I have to respect that kind of dedication and eat every crumb of whatever she’s brought me.That’s what friends do for friends. I will just have to sacrifice. “What kind of Taco Bell?” I say.“Do you
WE’RE STROLLING UP THE SIDEWALK that leads into the health clinic to retrieve the no-baby pills when a familiar face comes walking out in the other direction.“Alissa, hey!” I say, fully expecting her to smile politely like she always does and greet me back. We were never really close friends or anything, but the two of us having the same major and her living in Teagan’s dorm had us crossing paths a lot over the last few years. She’s a lot more serious about life then either Teagan or I am, but that doesn’t stop her from always being polite.She’s a good girl like that.Alissa looks up at me, her eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed. Her gaze drops to the sidewalk and she makes as if to go right by Teagan and me without a word. It’s then that I notice her belly.“Alissa?” I grab her by the arm as she’s about to walk past me like I’m a stranger with a bad haircut.“Don’t,” she says, pulling away slightly as she keeps on going. I stand there with my mouth hanging open as she walks away.“What
TEAGAN’S ON THE PHONE WITH Rebel and I’m driving Alissa’s Toyota. She’s asleep in the backseat. Apparently, being carjacked is exhausting work for a pregnant person. I keep checking her in the rearview mirror to be sure she’s still breathing. So far, so good.Teagan hangs up her phone and drops it into her purse.“What’d he say?” I ask, glancing at her before going back to looking out the windshield.“He says she can stay with us until we figure something out.”I grin. “Sweetness. Now we just need to figure out how I can wrangle a spot in the apartment for myself and we can live together as one big happy family.”Teagan is looking at me, but I just keep my eyes on the road. I don’t want her making me get all gooey.“You don’t mean that,” she says.“Nah.” I play it off. “I’m cool with the ‘rents. Who’s going to keep Jersey off the cat turds if I move out?”“He’d be fine without you,” Teagan says, censure in her voice. “He’s not your responsibility.”“Anyway, what is the plan for her?”