Battleship (Anchored 2)

Not on Earth.

Not in the real world.

Finally, I decide I need to get moving. The night isn’t getting any younger.

I put away my groceries, make myself a turkey sandwich, and head to the living room to eat.

Owl follows me.

I curl up on the couch with my sandwich and my kitty and I watch the latest episode of Doctor Who. Although I’m able to lose myself temporarily in the world of the Doctor and his many adventures, when the episode finishes, I find myself stuck in my own head again.

And I’m wondering if anything is ever going to work out the way that it should.

Finally, I head into my bedroom, close my eyes, and fall into a restless sleep.

Chapter 2

Lily

I sleep longer than I should, and when I finally wake up around eleven, I have two texts from Christina.

Hey! Did you do any thinking about the club tonight? It’s really fun and I promise it’s not as scary as it sounds.

Not to pressure you love, but let me know what you’re thinking! Tonight? You and me? Well, and Zack, of course, but three’s company!!!!

I should tell her no.

It’s what I would normally do.

Clubs are not my thing.

Dealing with strangers is not my thing.

Facing weird, random sexual situations is definitely not my thing.

I get up and head into the kitchen, pour myself a bowl of cereal, and sit down in front of the TV. Owl comes and climbs onto my lap, and then I realize what I’m doing.

I’m turning myself into a spinster.

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I come home right after work every day and hang out with my cat. I have a schedule of my favorite shows and I don’t even DVR them: I watch them when they’re on, commercials and everything. I don’t have a social life. I don’t drink. I don’t party.

The wildest I get is one-clicking a new Kindle book without reading the sample.

Shit.

I grab my phone and text Christina back. It’s 11:45.

Sorry, I overslept. I’m in.

I hit “send” before I have the chance to back out. There’s no take-backs when it comes to texting.

Christina messages me back immediately.

Yes!!! This is going to be amazing! Come over at 8, okay? We’ll get you something sexxxxxy to wear.

Something sexy?

Of course, it’s not a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant: it’s a sex club. Of course I’m going to need something to wear. I hadn’t even thought about the clothing people wear at these sorts of places, and honestly, it’s a good thing because now I can’t freak out.