“He’s got you, Pipe. A few hours ago, Tea was digging all your stash trash out of her car. You’re free as a bird, darlin’,” I respond.
“I may be free, but I know that the white ball doesn’t go into the damn holes,” she grumbles.
Sniper and I laugh as we both say, “Cue ball.”
She throws her pool stick up onto the table, huffing as she flops down on the sofa. “Whatever.”
“Ah, babe, don’t be like that.” Sniper laughs as he flops down next to her.
I’ll never understand those two. We all wonder if Sniper and Piper are fucking and not telling anyone about it.
I walk behind the bar as he continues trying to get her to stop sulking.
“I have something that’ll make you feel better, Piper.” I chuckle as I get the ingredients for bomb pops out. All the women here love them.
“Bomb pops,” she squeals.
“Mhmm, get your sulking ass over here, and I’ll make you a few.”
My eyebrows pull together when I can’t find the grenadine. I’m searching high and low for that shit when the door slams and in comes Pyro. He takes one look at the ingredients on the counter and knows what I’m looking for. He holds up one finger as he says, “make me one,” and opens the top cabinet, revealing a bottle of the red liquid. As I pour enough to get us all hammered, the door slams again, and in walks Tatiana looking fucking hot as hell in her small shorts, tank top, and slippers. Oh hell, this is going to be a long night.
“Make me one,” she grumbles. “I couldn’t sleep. Messed up part is that I’m exhausted, too.”
Sit the fuck down, Tea! Get those fine ass legs out of my goddamn view!
“Tatiana!” Piper squeals and engulfs her.
Tea looks from me to Sniper, to Pyro, trying to figure out if Piper’s drunk yet. When we all shrug, Tea pats her on the back.
“Piper, you take some happy pills again?” Tea jokes.
“Hell yeah, I did. Want one?”
Jesus Christ! Tea on drugs? Fuck no, no way, not happening. Over my dead body.
Pyro and Sniper seem to have the same thoughts as I do, and we try to snatch the little white pill away from Piper as she hands it off to Tea. We’re too late. Tatiana snatches it up and slips it into her mouth faster than our arms can move.
“Too late.” She giggles as her mouth hangs open and she moves her tongue up and down. I groan quietly, imagining what that tongue could do to my cock.
“Your dad is gonna fuckin’ kill me, baby girl,” Pyro says in frustration.
“You didn’t see shit, so, therefore, you don’t say shit, Uncle Pyro.”
He curses some more before calming himself. “I may not be your blood, but I’m still your uncle, as you said, and fuck am I pissed at you!”
I don’t even want to think about what ZZ or Prez will do if they find out about this shit.
“Come on, I’m around family. Nothing will happen to me here. Let me live a little bit, please,” she begs.
The pleading tone in her voice makes us all relax a little. She is stuck here all the damn time, and she didn’t get to party much growing up.
“And where the fuck are the rest of your clothes,” Pyro roars out of the blue.
I want a fucking answer to that question, as well.
“I’m in my pajamas and I’m at home. Are you trying to tell me that I can’t wear my pajamas around the club? Are you trying to give me more damn rules to follow?” she argues as her hand lands on her hip.
When she puts it like that, it even makes me feel like a fucking asshole. This club traps her enough. She has enough rules to follow and never gets to live. She’s starving to be free. Piper comes up behind her and runs her fingers through Tea’s hair. Oh no, oh, fuck no.
“Pipe,” I glare at her hard, “what did you give Tea?” Only one little white pill makes people touchy-feely and is easily found around these parts. I have a bad feeling.
“Ecstasy, duh!”
We all groan as Piper and Tea smile at one another.
“C’mon, Sniper. We got our graves to go and dig,” Pyro grumbles.
We are so fucking dead. ZZ and Prez are going to kill us. This can’t be happening. We don’t need this shit right now. And I especially don’t want to be around a horny Tatiana. Oh, fuck no.
“Come on, stop overreacting. At least I’m trying it here, around people I can trust. Let me live a little, please! Stop treating me like I’m a child. I’m not a little girl anymore.” She gestures to her appearance.
No, she definitely is not a little girl.
Sniper and Pyro whisper together before finally reaching a conclusion about the situation.
“Drink lots of water tonight. We’re not leaving your side, and if anything starts to go wrong, we’re telling your dad and the Prez.”