Chapter 184
"No, thanks." There was only one thing I craved these days and it wasn't some new drug. I rummaged in my small backpack purse for my hair clip to twist my sweaty locks into a loose chignon (and give Ro better access to kiss his way down my neck) when I noticed Naomi staring. "Yes?"
"Nothing." She turned away, reapplying her sheer lip gloss. "You said we were going for a drink. One drink."
"I lied," Christina said. "You wouldn't have left work otherwise." She uncorked the vial releasing a burst of cotton candy scent. "One night to cut loose. 'Life at Full Tilt,' remember?"
Ten bucks said Christina was fighting a losing battle. Naomi was buttoned up so tight, cracking Level Fun required a set of lock picks, a tire iron, and some WD40. I patted my hairdo, waiting for their debate to end so I could get Christina's new phone number. Reconnect now that my life was a bit more stable which, funnily, even with the demon hunting addition, was true.