Vixen

Chapter 31

"Actually, just one." Harley corrected, "I'll have a pink gin and tonic."

I was glad to hear she didn't want her brother's favourite drink. It meant that she was at a certain level of sanity, and it made me happy to know. Although I couldn't say the same, I missed him particularly that night.

"Right away, Ma'am." The bartender said as he got the top shelf bottles.

"Good choice." A male figure said to me croakily from down the bar. He cleared his throat and took the shot of clear liquid in front of him.

I didn't respond as the bar tender came back with my own drink, "Where's Jay?" Harley asked.

I thought about the last time I saw Jay, "I have no idea." He was quite unpredictable; he could have been at home with Tyler, or gathering information; or partying. Although, he said he would come for support, and I trusted that, "He might have been caught up."

I let the alcohol burn down my throat. I never really liked the taste of vodka, I drank it to keep me feeling — to feel close to him, and to feel the pain of the reality and stay grounded. Which is ironic considering how quick I could get drunk on it.

"Yeah..." Harley huffed, "I don't think so." She drowned her drink and slammed the glass back down to the counter with a clash.

I shot my head to her at the noise, as anyone near had also, "What?" I asked.

She had a scowl under her mask, her whole mood shifting, "He didn't get caught up." She sneered in the direction of the male restrooms.

I turned to see what the commotion was about, only to see the back of Jay's fiery red hair as he shoved a blond man through the door.

"Does he not know the meaning of discrete?" Harley stormed across the room. I was right behind her since Jay might have found something or someone useful.

Harley's patience with Jay was thinning. They bickered like siblings — with no filter on what they could say — but loved just as much. So I knew Harley wouldn't hold back on scolding Jay for being so open, and potentially exposing us.

She strutted across the room, her hips swinging, and her target locked. Harley's dress tailed behind her, and her heals clacked on the polished wooden floor.

Men watched her move in awe, before their dates snapped for their attention back.

I slowed, strolling a few paces behind, and taking my time to let everyone drool.

Harley slammed open the door and I let it shut behind me, "—on't say it again!" I heard, "What the fuck are you doing here?" Jay shouted. He had pinned the blond against the tiled wall.

"Jay, do you have a death wish!" Harley sneered, "The Italians are one glance away from knowing we're not here to be fri—"

Jay shifted and I could suddenly recognise the face of the blond, "What are you doing here?" I asked Roman, trapped by Jay's arm.

"What are you doing here?" He shouted back, "And get the fuck off me." Jay looked to me for permission, and I nodded allowing Roman to be released.

Roman straightened to his tall height, and smoothed out his suit. His face wasn't amused but I guessed it had something to do with Jay nearly assaulting him.