She beamed. "Great. I bought you a dress."
Chapter 2
Trisha linked her arm with mine as we walked to a club I hadn't bothered to remember the name for. The dress I wore was skimpy. But I had to expect that as Trisha bought it. The black silk was riding up my thigh as I walked, but I barely cared.
"Just wait until you meet the bouncer!" She sighed and Trey grunted behind us. "He's dreamy, Liv."
"Um, hum." I nodded.
Trisha huffed. "I cannot wait to get a bottle of wine into you. You seriously need to loosen up."
As a matter of fact, I wanted a bottle of wine too. Maybe I could forget about the piercing blue eyes that haunted my every thought. Awake or asleep. That would be a wonderful blessing if there ever was one. "I think it'll take more then one bottle." I muttered.
Trisha catcalled into the night. "She's back!" She looked behind us and giggled horrendously. "She's back Trey! My partner in crime and everything else is finally back!"
I grunted. "I wouldn't go that far, Trisha."
"Well, we'll see about that after I've gotten a few drinks into you." There was a devilish promise in her words that I tried and failed to ignore. But in truth, I wanted to drink tonight. I wanted to get totally shit-faced hammered. Then maybe I wouldn't spend the night gasping for breath at the memory of losing Jace. Maybe tonight would be the first night I awoke in something other than a cold sweat, clutching my aching heart. Maybe tonight would be the night I found a way to numb myself. I needed to numb myself.
I let Trisha hang off my arm as she flirted shamelessly with the bouncer. Her long blond hair and fuck me lips had the man putty in her hands. It wasn't long before he waved us into the club. Trisha giggled obstinately as she led me through the dim entrance. I knew Trey was close to my back. I could feel his heat and it made me want to cringe, but I held my body straight.
Trisha leaned into me. "I'm going to get us drinks."
I followed her to the bar, surprising her when I leaned over the counter. "Can I get three shots of tequila?" I looked to Trisha and Trey. "What do you guys want?"
Trisha raised a brow. "You're not sharing your shots?"
I shook my head. "Nope."
A small frown pulled her brow and she glanced at Trey. Thankfully, she didn't say anything. "I'll get a Cosmo."
Trey ordered a beer. I had a feeling he was planning to remain somewhat sober. Something told me he knew I was planning on getting drunk out of my mind and would more than likely need someone to carry me home. The bartender set three shots down and I nodded to myself encouragingly as I ignored the saltshaker. I picked up the first shot and downed it. I picked up the second and did the same. It burned. I felt it in my stomach, hot as flames. I ignored the lime wedge and picked up the third shot. I slammed my eyes shut and tipped my head back, letting the harsh liquid burn down the back of my throat. When I was done, I shoved the lime between my lips, sucking every last drop of citrus. I slammed the shot glass onto the bar and opened my eyes to find Trisha staring wide-eyed at me.
"Wow,"
"Olivia, what're you doing?" Trey asked as I leaned against the bar.
"Can I get another two shots?" I felt the burn. But I didn't want to feel…anything.
"Hey," Trey leaned down next to me. "Take it easy."
"Yeah," Trisha tugged on my hand. "Let's dance."
"Let me get these two down and we'll dance." I said as I lifted another shot and tipped my head back. Oh, that was good. It was what I needed.
In the back of my mind…I knew exactly what I needed. And, it wasn't this. It was Jace.
***
"Where's Trisha?" I asked Trey as I swayed my hips. I could have sworn she'd been standing right here only a minute ago.
"She'll be right back." Trey answered stiffly.
I giggled. "You're mad at me, Trey?"
"No." He shook his head, watching me carefully. "I'm not mad at you, Liv."
I sighed. "Good." Hands grasped my hips and I heard Trisha laugh from behind me as she ground into me, moving to the music.
"Where were you?" I asked as I turned to face her.
"Had to make a call, sweets." She answered flippantly.
I thought about asking who she had to call, but decided I didn't care as I let the music pounding in the space around me claim my movements. Each beat of the bass was a delectable seduction of my senses and I let my eyes close as I swung my hips from side to side, dipping low before rising on a note of utter bliss. I loved dancing. It was a release I had deprived myself of for some time and it felt good to get back into it. It felt right.