Plus it was owned by a relative, now that Bella and Z were mated. Rehvenge, the male who ran it, was her brother.
Also happened to be Phury's drug dealer, too.
He took a good long one from the rim of his shaken-not-stirred. He was so going to have make another buy tonight. His stash was weighing low again.
A blond woman shimmied past the table, her breasts bobbing like apples under silver sequins, her postage-stamp skirt flashing her ass cheeks and her lame thong. The getup made her look like something more than just half-naked.
Dirty was maybe the word he was looking for.
She was typical. Most of the human females in the VIP section were within an inch of getting arrested for indecent exposure, but then, the ladies tended to be either professionals or the civilian equivalent of whores. As the prostitute hit the next banquette over, for a split second he wondered what it would be like to buy some time with someone like her.
He'd been celibate for so long, it seemed totally off the page even to think like that, much less follow through on the idea. But maybe it would help him get Bella out of his mind.
"See something you like?" Butch drawled.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh? You mean you haven't noticed that blonde who just flashed by here? Or the way she was checking you?"
"She's not my type."#p#分页标题#e#
"Then look for a long-haired brunette."
"Whatever." As Phury finished his martini, he wanted to throw the glass into a wall. Shit, he couldn't believe he'd even thought about paying for sex.
Desperate. Loser.
God, he wanted a blunt.
"Come on, Phury, you have to know that all the chicks here case you when you come. You should just try one."
Okay, way too many people were pushing him tonight. "No, thanks."
"I'm just saying—"
"Fuck you and shut it."
Butch cursed under his breath and didn't comment any further. Which made Phury feel like an asshole. As he should. "I'm sorry."
"Nah, it's cool."
Phury waved down a waitress, who came right over. As his empty was taken away, he muttered, "She tried to set me up with someone tonight."
"Excuse me?"
"Bella." Phury picked up a soggy cocktail napkin and started folding it up into squares. "Said there was some social worker at Safe Place."
"Rhym? Oh, she's very cool—"
"But I'm—"
"Not interested?" Butch shook his head. "Phury, man, I know you're probably going to bite my head off again, but it's time for you to get interested. This shit with you and the females? Gotta end."
Phury had to laugh. "Be blunt, why don't you?"
"Look, you need to live a little."
Phury nodded over at the bionic blonde. "And you think that buying sex constitutes living a little?"
"With the way she's looking at you, you wouldn't have to pay," Butch said dryly.
Phury forced his brain to try on the scenario. He pictured himself getting up and walking over to the woman. Taking her by the arm and moving her into one of the private bathrooms. Maybe she'd blow him. Maybe he'd prop her up on the sink and spread her legs and pump into her until he came. Total elapsed time? Fifteen minutes, tops. After all, he might be a virgin, but the mechanics of sex were pretty simple. All his body would need was a tight hold and some friction and he'd be good to go.
Well, in theory. He was limp in his trousers right now. So even if he wanted to bust his cherry tonight, it wasn't going to happen. At least, not with her.
"I'm good," he said as his fresh martini arrived. After he swirled the olive around with a finger, he popped it into his mouth. "Really. I'm good."
The two of them went back to the silent routine, with nothing between them but the dim thumping from the music on the other side of the waterfall wall. Phury was about to bring up sports because he couldn't handle the quiet when Butch stiffened.
A female across the VIP area was staring their way. It was that security chief, the one who was jacked like a male and had a male's haircut. Talk about a hard-ass. Phury had seen her cuff drunken human men around like she was whapping dogs with a newspaper.
But wait, she wasn't looking at Phury. She was all about Butch.
"Whoa, you've had her," Phury said. "Haven't you."
Butch shrugged and swallowed the Lag in his glass. "Only once. And it was before Marissa."
Phury glanced back at the female, and had to wonder what that sex had been like. She seemed like the kind who could make a male see stars. And not necessarily in a fun way.
"Is anonymous sex any good?" he asked, feeling like he was twelve.
Butch's smile was slow. Secret. "I used to think it was. But when that's all you know, sure, you think cold pizza is fantastic."#p#分页标题#e#