The bass was thumping, and the guitar sounded amazing. Serious Moonlight always had the best bands, she thought and shimmied where she stood. Ariella really liked this song. Not usually a dancer, she could hardly keep her hips from moving.
“Ari, did your mother put something in your drink?” Sheila whisper-screamed, leaning over the bar.
“Ow, Sheila my ears! Don’t worry about it. My mom is always putting something’ in my drink,” Ari replied, and giggled.
Wow. She never giggled. Mom must have gotten a higher concentration than she’d had the last time she’d dosed Ari. That was on her spring break eight years ago in Florida.
Ariella had been dumped by her boyfriend the second they’d gotten to their hotel for a skinny Fox Shifter in a two-piece. Miserable and embarrassed, she’d called home and her mom was there within three hours. She’d crashed Ari’s vacay, but in a good way.