Reva leaned over the bowl. “Bar soup?” She looked at Greta. “Who has a can of soup at a strip club?”
Even drunk Reva spoke the truth.
I grabbed the bowl and pushed it back toward Greta. “I’ll grab you something on the way home.”
“Oh, my God!” Reva gasped. “I could totally eat a hot dog on the back of your bike while you drive!”
Luna and Greta busted out laughing, and even I had to chuckle at the thought of Reva trying to eat a hot dog while I drove her home. I was happy to see that she was getting along with Greta and Luna.
It had taken about an hour to talk to all of the girls, and we were basically at the same place as when we started.
Except we did have a name to her ex-boyfriend now.
Luna rested her elbows on the bar and leaned toward me. “Did you find anything out?”
I shrugged. “We got the name of an ex, but I’m sure the cops have the same name.”
“You gonna talk to him?” Luna asked.
“Luna.”
She rolled her eyes. “Come on, Hero. Can you just drop the whole club business crap with me. I’m as much of a part of the club as you are. I just can’t make it official because I wasn’t born with the right equipment.”
“You don’t like your equipment?” Reva hiccupped.
I didn’t think she was sober enough to actually follow along with Luna and me. She probably wasn’t since all she picked up on was Luna not having the right equipment.
“I like my equipment, sugar.” Luna grabbed her tits. “The girls and I get the job done. It’s just that the MC lives in the stone age and thinks because I’ve got tits that I don’t know shit.”
Reva leaned back and looked down at her chest. “I got small boobies, and I know shit.”
“They aren’t small, Sunshine,” I growled. I had my hands on them. They filled my hand perfectly.
Reva grabbed her boobs like Luna did. “Are you sure?” She weighed them in her hands and frowned.
“Stop grabbing yourself, Sunshine.”
She turned her frown on me. “Why?”
“Because it makes me want to touch more than I already do.” I leaned close and brushed my lips against her ear. “Unless you want me to lay you out on this bar right now. Your choice.”
She dropped her hands from her tits and gasped.
“That’s what I thought.”
She turned her head, and her eyes connected with mine. “Can I get a checkrain on that without the audience?”
I chuckled and pressed my lips to hers. “You mean raincheck, Sunshine?”
“Uh, yeah. My brain kind of disconnects from my mouth.” She pressed her finger into my chest. “Plus, I think I’d fall off the bar right now. Bit tit tipsy.”
“Every time you open your mouth, Sunshine, I like you even more.” Bit tit tipsy. That was a new one to me.
“And every time I see your butt, I want to bite it.” She blinked rapidly. “Oh, Lord.” She slapped her hand over her mouth.
“Did she just say she wants to bite your butt?” Luna pushed off the bar and threw her hands up in the air. “Here I thought you found a cute little virgin. Now she’s talking about butt biting.”
Greta put her arm around Luna’s shoulder. “Maybe we should let these two be and see if anyone needs a refill.”