Something flares in her eyes.
Like she's considering the possibility of us fucking.
Like it's the only reasonable explanation for our behavior the last month and change.
* * *
Damn, this is one packed club.
There must be two thousand people crammed into a space that usually holds far less. Everything is black—the floor, the walls, the stage, the attire of most of the patrons.
The opening band is playing. I recognize the song from the radio, but I can't put a name to it.
The lead singer has his hand around the mic. He's pouring his heart into his performance. And he's cute. He has the rocker hottie thing going in spades. Skinny jeans. Black t-shirt. Leather jacket. Spikey hair. Facial piercings.
"Think he's got the tongue too?" Emma asks.
"What is that like?" I ask.
"Are you calling me a slut, babe? Because I take that as a compliment." She laughs.
"You wish you were a slut," I say.
"You know I'm right here," Brendon chimes in.
She shrugs. "And a shining example of slut." She turns to her brother with a coy smile. "I'll never live up to your standards."
He rolls his eyes.
"You had a long dry streak there." She folds her arms over her chest. "Who finally broke it?"
Brendon arches a brow. What are you talking about?
"There were condom wrappers in your bathroom trash can." She shrugs like this is a normal thing to notice.
"You have your own bathroom," he says.
"Kay was using it."
"There's one downstairs."
"She was using the shower." Emma's eyes narrow as she stares at her brother. "It's not like I opened your drawers or something. They were right there in the open. That's um... in plain sight. It's legal."
"You been watching Law and Order?" he asks.
She nods. "That's also legal." Her eyes go to me then back to him. "Just kinda funny. The two of you getting laid at the same time."
"Hilarious." Unease seeps into his voice.
Emma turns toward the stage. Watches as the guitarist steps forward to shred through his solo. He's also cute. Tall. Broad. Stoic in that Brendon kind of way.
Emma tilts her head to one side. "Maybe I should get an eyebrow piercing."
"Cute." I nod.
She lets her voice get loud. "Or maybe my nipples."
"You trying to piss me off?" Brendon asks.