Annabelle. My sister could be so selfish sometimes.
“I’ll have to make a trip to the island and visit her soon. Now let’s get going. We have a party to get ready for.”
* * *
Parties were really more Annabelle’s scene, than mine, but I did it for Aunt Mandy and Tina.
The party was fantastic. I figured it must have cost a small fortune. There were at least a hundred people in attendance, and the Palace served up a delicious lobster dinner.
After a few glasses of champagne, my bladder was screaming at me. I managed to make it long enough to sing Happy Birthday and watch Tina blow out the candles on her cake, before I had to excuse myself and find a restroom.
The Silver Palace was a high-end club, and it was huge. I’d only been there once or twice and had no idea where the restrooms were. It was a major relief when I finally found them.
Feeling much better, I took a minute to fix my hair and freshen my makeup a little. Like usual, I was wearing a black dress, which was my absolute favorite color. There were some silver sequences on the dress that matched the silver chain I had around my neck.
Satisfied that I was still looking presentable, I left the restroom. I’d gotten no more than tens steps when someone grabbed my hand.
Startled, I automatically went into one of my, kick ass stances, but relaxed a little when I saw it was Jasper. Once my heart was no longer in danger of bursting out of my chest, the anger set in.
“You could at least give some kind of warning before you grab someone,” I snarled, glaring at Jasper through narrowed eyes.
Like usual, he looked very suave in his white velvet jacket and black shirt. There was no denying that my ex fiancé still looked great, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he had his crybaby bib tucked away in one of his back pockets.
“Sorry babe,” he apologized. “I just thought you saw me, and were going to walk by like we didn’t know each other.”
Truthfully, that’s exactly what I would have done, if I had seen him.
“Well if you’ll excuse me, I am here for a party and I have to get back,” I told him before turning away.
But of course he wasn’t going to let me get away so easily.
Grabbing my arm, he spun me around to face him. “Why don’t you finish the night out at my place. We can have our own little party.”
“Well that’s nice of you to offer,” I purred, “but I’d prefer to drink gasoline and piss on a campfire.”
Leaning into him, I whispered, “Besides Jasper, the only reason you are not dead is because killing you goes against the rules of my job.”
Just as I yanked my arm away, someone grabbed Jasper and threw him against a nearby wall.
“Is this guy bothering you Izzy?” It was Marty Morrison to the rescue.
“Thanks Marty, but I think he’s got the hint now.” I figured I’d better save Jasper, since he wasn’t worth Marty getting into trouble.
Jasper pulled out of Marty’s grasp.
“I’ll talk with you later,” he said to me, while throwing Marty a scathing look.
When Jasper was gone, I turned to Marty. “Thanks.”
“So you know that guy?” he asked.
I nodded. “I was going to marry him, but he decided he liked playing around with other women too much. But really, I look at it more as a narrow escape.”
“I heard you say you were at a party. Do you want me to walk you back?”
It suddenly occurred to me that the odds of running into both Jasper and Marty at the same time, were almost astronomical. It wasn’t as if the Silver Palace was a local hangout. The place was expensive - too expensive for the average Joe.
I could see running into Jasper at the Silver Palace, since it was his kind of place, but not so much Marty.
What were the chances that Marty would have been on hand at the exact moment Jasper pulled his stunt, unless he were following me?
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Following you.”
I was shocked that he admitted it so readily, and I don’t shock easily.
My
“I’ll have to make a trip to the island and visit her soon. Now let’s get going. We have a party to get ready for.”
* * *
Parties were really more Annabelle’s scene, than mine, but I did it for Aunt Mandy and Tina.
The party was fantastic. I figured it must have cost a small fortune. There were at least a hundred people in attendance, and the Palace served up a delicious lobster dinner.
After a few glasses of champagne, my bladder was screaming at me. I managed to make it long enough to sing Happy Birthday and watch Tina blow out the candles on her cake, before I had to excuse myself and find a restroom.
The Silver Palace was a high-end club, and it was huge. I’d only been there once or twice and had no idea where the restrooms were. It was a major relief when I finally found them.
Feeling much better, I took a minute to fix my hair and freshen my makeup a little. Like usual, I was wearing a black dress, which was my absolute favorite color. There were some silver sequences on the dress that matched the silver chain I had around my neck.
Satisfied that I was still looking presentable, I left the restroom. I’d gotten no more than tens steps when someone grabbed my hand.
Startled, I automatically went into one of my, kick ass stances, but relaxed a little when I saw it was Jasper. Once my heart was no longer in danger of bursting out of my chest, the anger set in.
“You could at least give some kind of warning before you grab someone,” I snarled, glaring at Jasper through narrowed eyes.
Like usual, he looked very suave in his white velvet jacket and black shirt. There was no denying that my ex fiancé still looked great, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he had his crybaby bib tucked away in one of his back pockets.
“Sorry babe,” he apologized. “I just thought you saw me, and were going to walk by like we didn’t know each other.”
Truthfully, that’s exactly what I would have done, if I had seen him.
“Well if you’ll excuse me, I am here for a party and I have to get back,” I told him before turning away.
But of course he wasn’t going to let me get away so easily.
Grabbing my arm, he spun me around to face him. “Why don’t you finish the night out at my place. We can have our own little party.”
“Well that’s nice of you to offer,” I purred, “but I’d prefer to drink gasoline and piss on a campfire.”
Leaning into him, I whispered, “Besides Jasper, the only reason you are not dead is because killing you goes against the rules of my job.”
Just as I yanked my arm away, someone grabbed Jasper and threw him against a nearby wall.
“Is this guy bothering you Izzy?” It was Marty Morrison to the rescue.
“Thanks Marty, but I think he’s got the hint now.” I figured I’d better save Jasper, since he wasn’t worth Marty getting into trouble.
Jasper pulled out of Marty’s grasp.
“I’ll talk with you later,” he said to me, while throwing Marty a scathing look.
When Jasper was gone, I turned to Marty. “Thanks.”
“So you know that guy?” he asked.
I nodded. “I was going to marry him, but he decided he liked playing around with other women too much. But really, I look at it more as a narrow escape.”
“I heard you say you were at a party. Do you want me to walk you back?”
It suddenly occurred to me that the odds of running into both Jasper and Marty at the same time, were almost astronomical. It wasn’t as if the Silver Palace was a local hangout. The place was expensive - too expensive for the average Joe.
I could see running into Jasper at the Silver Palace, since it was his kind of place, but not so much Marty.
What were the chances that Marty would have been on hand at the exact moment Jasper pulled his stunt, unless he were following me?
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“Following you.”
I was shocked that he admitted it so readily, and I don’t shock easily.
My
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