Not only had I almost died today, I'd also made some very good progress. A treat was in order and a cookie wasn't going to cut it. Balls, babes, and booze it was.
It took a moment for Rohan to register that I'd spoken since he was too busy staring at the silky scrap of black fabric I called a dress. "You should be in bed," he said.
I leaned in close, my orangey perfume teasing the air around us. "Mmm, I should. The question is, with who?"
The taxi driver honked.
"My chariot awaits." I tugged my arm free. "I expect demons will be after me soon and I'm not going to be shut up like a nun for the rest of my life. Now," I strode toward the cab, forcing Rohan to follow me. "I'm off to play pool and get exceedingly drunk." I opened the back door and slid in. "Coming?"
He squatted down out of view of the cabbie and flicked out one of his finger blades. "I could make you stay."
I crossed my bare legs, tantalizingly slow. "Do your worst."
He flicked out another blade.