I shrugged. “I don’t know but I am glad to have my own bubble back, even if it is only for a second.”
We found our way over to an isolated corner of bright red suede couches with Andy and Robbie following closely behind. Sarah was already out on the dance floor with a guy sporting tight blue jeans and worn out converse.
“So, is this somewhere you come often?” I was looking at Andy but questioning all of them. He was the first one to reply.
“Yeah, I know it’s not really our type of place, but like I said we can drink without getting carded; so, I’m not picky. Once I’m twenty-one, I will probably never set foot in here again.” He took a sip of his neon blue drink that glowed underneath the many blacklights.
So, my observation was dead on that they didn’t fit in there. I wondered if Davin was a regular though. I watched Sully at the bar slide his cell phone out of his pocket, talk, then put it back a minute later with a serious look strewn across his face. He motioned for me to come to him with his pointer finger. I placed my drink that Robbie had given me on the little table in front of us before I walked to where he was standing impatiently.
My legs didn’t feel as sturdy as they had before I first sat down. Who knew it would be a job to walk in heels when you were drinking? I laughed to myself.
When I approached him, he grasped my arm pulling me into him so he could talk in my ear without much interference from the music that was thumping so loud it was hard to even hear yourself think.
“There’s been some more activity. My father picked up their scent by the Rouge Amour, and there’s more than one again. If you remember, we killed the one that had been accompanying him that day at the morgue. So, who do you think is with him now?”
I shrugged. “How should I know?” But I knew very well what he was insinuating.
“There’s proof right there Adelay that you are in denial. Stay here at Cult, and do not leave until Davin or I come back for you. Is that understood?”
My heart jumped at the mention of his name. “Is Davin back?”
“No, not yet. But when he does come back, I promise you he’ll come straight to you.”
The hours were passing by quickly, and I knew it was only a matter of time before Davin would be here for me. Before walking away Sully warned me one final time. “Do not leave Cult for anything or with anyone.”
“I won’t.” I rolled my eyes. Why would I leave with someone? I wasn’t a moron.
With that he turned and left, looking completely unsure of himself. If Davin knew he left me alone, I was almost sure there would be hell to pay. Oh well, at least now I was free to go back to my rainbows and lollipops without my bodyguard/chaperone dampening all the fun.
Back at the couches Gretchen was kissing all over Andy, and thoroughly welcoming his wandering hands, while Sarah continued to dance with her new grungy friend. Robbie was leaning over the bar talking to who I assumed to be Butch the Bartender; so, here I was left all by my lonesome to drink my…fizzy drink?
I picked up my glass of red liquid watching the little tiny bubbles fizzle then pop once they reached the top. Was my drink carbonated? I hadn’t paid much attention when Gretchen handed it to me. I took a sip of it, noticing it tasted the same way it did before I had set it down only for a moment to talk to Sully, so I continued to drink it. If I was going to be stuck in this rank club all night, I was going to hopefully drink myself into oblivion to at least pass the time.
Across the room, a man watched me through the cluster of people on the dance floor. He was about Davin’s height, but not even half his size in weight.
Very slim, slender and fully punked-out. He looked like an older Sid Vicious (if he wouldn’t have OD’d and was able to make it past 22 years old). The baby face was there, but instead of rich black hair standing straight up all over his whole head, he had silver specs running through it, showing that he had aged out of his twenties.
He was wearing a crisp white t-shirt, tight black jeans with a chain hanging from his pocket, and combat boots. There was a ring on each of his thumbs, and his eyes were lined in black liner. I hadn’t noticed him in the bar earlier and wondered if he had just arrived. He was watching me though, and once I took notice, he began to make his way over to me.
“Is this seat taken?”
“Yes.” Technically Sarah or Robbie would be coming back at any time, so I wasn’t lying.
“Okay, then would you care to dance?”
I started to shake my head but before I could do so, he put his finger up stopping me. “Tonight’s Halloween night, and you’re sitting here by yourself while your friends are all enjoying themselves.” He looked over at Gretchen and Andy. “I don’t think a single dance will kill you.”
He winked at me, making me shiver. I looked for Robbie at the bar, but he wasn’t paying any attention to this side of the room. Every other time he would’ve taken the rare opportunity of Davin being away to be up my ass, begging for a date. Why now did he find something else to entertain him, especially Butch the overgrown bartender? Robbie’s innocent advances would be annoying yet welcomed right about now.
The guy held his
