Chasing the Wild Sparks by Alexander Ren

Author:Alexander, Ren [Alexander, Ren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

“I need gum.”

“What for?”

“So I can put it on the bottom of my shoe, Hadders. I ate garlic. Help a dude out.”

“Honestly, Dick Rod. Here.”

He grins and pops two white rectangles in his mouth. “Thanks, Morgasm.”

I ask, “Why don’t you just drink a beer to get rid of the taste?”

He chews the white mass between his front teeth unnaturally fast before saying, “Because I want minty fresh breath.”

She waves him off. “Whatever. Ivan and I are going to head over to a booth for now. What are you two going to do?”

Rod shoots his fist into the air. “Get crunked, bitches!”

My face crumples. “Don’t ever say that again, Rod.” I look around the club. “I didn’t think it’d be this crowded for a Sunday night.”

He giggles. “It’s spring break, you silly skank!” I turn to glare at Rod, making him thoroughly laugh and choke on his gum. Morgan smacks him hard on the back and he irritably frowns at her. “Christ, Morgan! I think you dislodged my fucking lung!”

She lamely says, “Oops. Sorry.”

“Yeah. Real sorry. Shit! You women are beating the hell out of me tonight. I’m just going to go home.”

“Tell your teddy bear we said nightie, night!” Morgan laughs and walks away to the booth Ivan is sitting at.

“Devil woman,” Rod mutters. I follow him to a metal beam that he leans his shoulder onto. He peers around the club. The shiny, black floor is flecked with colorful glitter. The actual dance floor is clear with thin, colorful lights placed sporadically underneath, blinking and changing colors with the beat of the music. Above, the ceiling is covered with a variety of multicolored light fixtures that are used at different times depending on the mood, the song and the theme, if there is one. There’s even a disco ball up there that is lowered when needed. The bar takes up the entire wall at the end of the room. Mirrors are placed intermittently on the walls, interspersed with colorful lights. The seating areas have small light fixtures either on the tables or hanging above the booths to create a soft glow in the otherwise vibrant room.

I softly smack his arm. “Why don’t you try to score a dance with some college co-ed?”

In a very deep voice that is scarier than it is sexy, Rod asks, “Why? Do I intimidate you, Hadley Beckett?”

I exaggeratedly shudder. “Did Morgan dislodge your voice box as well?”

“Shut the hell up.”

I lean against his arm and nod to the other side of the room. “There’s a girl over there you could ask to dance. She’s pretty.”

He shrugs, moving me with him. “Maybe later.”

“Why aren’t you on the prowl? You are in fertile fishing waters, Rod. Prime harvesting time. It’s spring break. Go have some fun.”

Still scanning our surroundings, he retorts, “I’m not a fucking salmon.”

I giggle and prod his arm. “Get laid or something.”

He turns his head to look down at me. “Or something? What’s that mean?”

“I don’t know. Whatever it is that you guys want.

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