“Stupid little s**t,” Aidan hissed at me. “No bit of p***y is worth this!”
“Watch your language,” I snarled, making a fist with my right hand. “There are kids who can hear you.”
Beyond him, Russell Crowe (wearing, by no small coincidence, a gladiator outfit) hustled toward us.
“Is there a problem?” he asked.
“No problem. This man was just leaving,” I said, and then turned on my heel. “I’ll be right back. I just need to turn on the fog machine.”
“Fog machine?” Russell Crowe asked, looking confused. Aidan looked like he wanted to kill me. “What fog machine? Emily—”
I pushed my way through the crowd in the dance area, past Snickerer Ann (tight red dress that showed she had no boobs, and long black wig) and Snickerer Bee (dressed like a shepherdess, of all things), both of whom laughed r
