I hiccupped and raised my hand. “I don’t do church. The pews are too hard and I have a horrible singing voice.” No way I would go barging into church. Nope.
Greta silently laughed and shook her head.
Luna let out of a bark of laughter and slapped her hand on the bar top. “Now that is some funny shit,” she gasped.
I had no idea what they were laughing at. I was pretty sure that most everyone would agree that wooden pews were hard as hell. Sitting on those things for an hour was pure torture. “Can I have some more cherries?” I put my hand over the top of my glass. “Not in here, though. I want them in my mouth.”
“God damn, girl,” Greta laughed. “You are fucking entertaining.”
I bowed my head. “You’re welcome.” I raised my head. “Now, can I have a cup o’ cherries?”
“A cup o’?” Luna asked.
I twirled my finger around. “You know what I’m talking about.”
Greta grabbed an empty cup and dropped a few cherries in.
I wagged my finger at her. “Keep ‘er coming,” I slurred. “Maybe a hot dog, too.”
Luna blinked. “Did you just ask for a hot dog?”
I tipped my head to the side and thought back five seconds. “Yup, sure did.” I nodded. “Can I have seven?”
“Hot dogs or cherries?” Greta scoffed.
“Both.” I could nosh on my cherries while they boiled up some hot dogs.
“She wants hot dogs.” Luna looked past me. “Seven of them.”
I waved my hand in her direction. “I’m here right.” Whoa, pretty sure that was backward. Or maybe it was right. Hell if I knew.
“What the hell did you feed her?” Hero’s voice.
I sighed dreamily. I had missed it. I planted my feet on the rungs of my stool. “You’re back from work I see.” I tried to spin my stool around, but the heel of my boot got stuck and my feet stayed on the rung while the rest of my body twisted. “Hey der.” I lost control of the stool and boomeranged back to facing Greta and Luna. “That was a ride.”
Greta set the cup o’ cherries in front of me. “Eat those, and I’ll see what I can wrangle up in the back.”
She moved down the bar, and I saluted her back. “Aye, aye.” I grabbed a cherry and popped it in my mouth.
The stool next to me moved, and then, Hero was there. He had a huge smile on his face, and he laid his hand on my arm. “You doing okay, Sunshine?”
I gave a wonky thumbs up. “Never better. Strip club drinks are the bomb diggity.” I patted his hand on top of my arm. “And, Luna is a bitch, but not like a super duper bitch.”
“Sunshine,” Hero laughed. He hitched his thumb toward Luna.
“Oh pfft,” I scoffed. “She totally knows it.”
Luna shrugged. “She’s right. Can’t be mad at her for calling it like it is.”
We had come to an understanding even though I was still a bit intimidated by her. Plus, the drinks had helped to loosen me up. Under sober circumstances, I never would have called her a bitch to her face.
“How was work?”
Luna laughed and shook her head. “She talks like you’re some suit going to the office.”
“Ohhh,” Reva gasped. “Can I see you in a suit? Then you can take the jacket off and roll up your sleeves so the tattoos peek out?” She fanned her face with her hand. “Oh yeah.”
Greta set a bowl in front of Reva. “No hot dogs, but I found a can of soup.”