“Boyfriend?”
“No.”
“I don’t care if you’ve got one, you know,” he winks at me.
I shudder.
“Enjoy the concert.” I turn back, shivering.
“You know, it’s rude to turn your back on someone.”
Suddenly his hand claps my ass again, and I yelp. This time, Sierra turns sharply.
“This guy bothering you?”
“I’ll bother you too, sweet stuff.” He grins. “How you doing?”
Sierra’s mouth tightens. “I’ll be great when you get the fuck away from us.”
He frowns. “No need to be a bitch.”
“Fuck off.”
“We got a real mouth over here, Sean.”
Another guy, this one in a football jersey of some kind sticks his head in. “What’s that now?”
“Lady over here talking like a sailor.”
“Ohh, just my type.”
Sierra bristles. “If you think this is you being charming, I can promise it’s not.”
The crowd suddenly feeling smaller around us, closing us in too close to the two guys.
“So fuck off and leave us alone, aright?”
“Buy you ladies a drink?”
“Wow, you’re terrible at hints, aren’t you?”
“I just don’t speak cunt, sorry.”
The first guy reaches out, slinging an arm over my shoulder. Sierra shoves him away. “Get your hands off- hey!”
The other guy grabs her by the wrist when suddenly he cries out. The arm slips from my shoulders as skull t-shirt man whirls to meet-
Rowan.
Rowan looking furious.
“Hey pal-”
“She’s with me.”
The guy’s jaw tightens. “Yeah? Which one.”
“All of them. They’re with me.”
Skull t-shirt snorts, turning his back on Rowan. “Fuck off, you dumb-” he yelps as Rowan grabs him by the wrist and spins him around, dropping him to his knees with his arm twisted at an odd angle.
“Shit! Shit man! Fuck!”
‘Sean’ suddenly jumps into Rowan from behind, knocking him forward, when suddenly we’re surrounded by large guys in black t-shirts and walkie-talkies.
“All right, we’re done here!”
Suddenly, we’re being dragged out, pulled through the crowd, and out the front door. We spill out into the front marquis of the venue, gasping for breath.
“Shit, Hammond!” One of the bouncers suddenly seems to recognize Rowan. “The fuck you starting fights for, man?”
“These two,” he nods at the two creepers. “Tried starting shit with my sister and my-” he glances at me. “Her friends.”
The bouncer nods. “Fair enough,” he turns to the two other guys. “Walk, now.”
“Hey man, we had tickets!”
“You got five seconds to walk or I’m going make sure you can’t for the next few months, got it?”
They don’t walk then, they run.
“Thanks, Jerry.”
“You owe me a pint.”
“Done,” Rowan grins. “Think we can head back inside?”
“I’m- I’m good actually,” Sierra says, shakes her head. “One bar brawl a night is my limit,” she grins wryly.
The bouncer chuckles. “All right, you guys have a good night. Sorry about that.”
“Well!” Rowan claps his stands together. “That sure got fun, huh?”
“Eva!”
I whirl to see the angriest, most furious Chastity I’ve ever seen glaring at me. Her face bright red and her eyes blazing.
“Chas?”
“We are leaving!”
Sierra’s shoulders slump as she steps forward. “I’m so sorry about that Chastity, just a misunder-”
Chastity balks at her. “A misunderstanding! That place?” She jabs a finger back at the club. “Eva, if your father knew where we’d gone tonight-”
“He doesn’t have to know, Chas.”
Her eyes go wide. “I won’t lie to a man of God, Eva!” she snaps. “The Lord says honor thy Father! And it has a good many things to say about hedonism and consumption and lewdness too!” She spits the last word at Sierra, who frowns.
“Lewdness?”
“Let’s go, Eva.”
“Chastity, please calm down.”
“Fine,” she whirls. “You can stay here if you want, but I’m leaving.”
I sigh. “Oh c’mon Chastity!”
“I’m walking, now.”
“Chastity!” I call to her, but she ignores me as she storms away in her long dress and her cardigan.
I exhale slowly, turning to Rowan and Sierra. “Sorry about that.”
“Never been called lewd before.”
“Really?”
Sierra punches Rowan in the arm.