22. That Must Have Hurt.

DIANE

Crystal stares wide-eyed at me as silence settles between us.

I wait for her answer, taking another shot of tequila. It still burns, but not so much like the first time. The party music is still banging everywhere around us. On the couch at the far left of the dance floor, a girl is giving a guy a wildly seductive lap dance.

Crazy……

I look away from the duo and focus back at Crystal, who is still staring at me wide-eyed.

I snap my fingers at her face. “Crys?”

She blinks suddenly and clears her throat, “w–why would you even ask me that?” she stutters.

I chuckle. Damn, she is not a very good liar.

I shift on my stool to face her fully as I speak, “Well, I don't know if it's just me, but since yesterday I met you and Dante, your attitude towards him has been sort of naggish, you know, like a child throwing tantrums around.”

“I didn't know you were taking note of all that.” she mutters and looks away.

“It was pretty obvious Crys,” I continue, “Too obvious that I didn't even bother t