17. Fishing For Deets...
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~LUNA~
"You are not sharing this ice cream with me," Mia chanted for the thousand and one time since she got here and saw the big plate of ice cream.
A soft laugh escaped my lips as I regarded her. It hadn't been long since she catwalked her way into this bar, and she was already fussing over ice cream.
"The ice cream which I bought with my own money, or? Plus, the ice cream came with two spoons, duh?" I waved my own spoon at her.
Even though I specifically asked the bartender to get me two spoons so we could lick them together, I also knew that it would be almost impossible for Mia to agree to share. Not after she insisted I kept her worried sick after I went for my wild sexcapades.
Mia shrugged, grabbing hold of the big plate from the counter where I had laid it and lifted it above her head. Her action elicited a soft laugh from my lips. I was careful not to explode into a loud laugh this time. I didn't need another episode of the creepy stares. Duh!
"Are you what? Twelve?" I asked amid my laughter, glancing around, noticing that some of the people at the bar had their gazes directed at us, at her, mostly. How the tables had turned.
With one hand, she did an indifferent toss of her hair, pouting, as the other still held onto the plate of ice cream overbher head protectively. "If that would mean I get to have this saliva-inducing plate of ice cream, then yeah, I'm twelve." She finished with a playful glee.
Another laugh bubbled from my lips as I reached for the ice cream, but she lifted it higher, giving me a knowing smile.
"Christ! Mia!" I let out a frustrated huff. She was a couple of inches taller than I was. More often than not, she would try to play it to her advantage, just like now. I resorted to using my babyish face to get her.
"You know I'm just recovering from a breakup. I need all the liquid encouragement I can get." I reminded, batting my eyelids and pouting my lips.
She let out a snorty laugh and shook her head. "Nope. That doesn't work on me. Give it a rest, Luna. This plate of ice cream is mine. And don't you dare use emotional blackmail on me." She wagged a warning forefinger at me.
I groaned, feeling a minor sense of loss as I placed another order. This time, I decided to choose a smaller plate, because hey, I have little money left to spare. Plus, there were loads of them at home.
I mentally rolled my eyes. "His home is now your home, right?" My thoughts screamed, and as usual, I ignored them
When the male bartender who attended to me earlier came back with my plate, Mia had already started digging into hers with great relish. I chuckled, digging my spoon into it without hesitation.
"Luna!" She let out a slightly loud cry, attracting another round of attention, but did she mind? Nope. Mia was a sucker for ice cream, the way I was. Hence, our ice cream hangouts.
"Haven't you ordered yours?" She continued whining, but I paid her no heed as I plunged the spoonful of ice cream into my mouth, throwing her a playful sneer.
She eyed mine as I tried to open it. I already knew what she would do when I opened it, so I shifted, keeping the ice cream away from her.
"An eye for an eye," she declared, raising her spoon to indicate what she meant. She was ready to steal a spoon from mine, I knew that. But I wasn't about ready for that to happen. I mentally searched my mind for the perfect excuse to give.
Bingo! I mentally smiled as the perfect idea clicked.
"Then, no deets for you, sweetheart,” I muttered with a carefree shrug, peering up at her to gauge her reaction.
Her lips fell apart, revealing the ice cream that she had just scooped into her mouth. Just the perfect reaction I was gunning for.
Mia liked ice cream as much as she loved details and gossip. She could practically pass for an investigative journalist. Denying her the details of what happened that night... She wouldn't stand for it.
She let out a frustrated huff before facing hers. "Fine! Keep the ice cream all to yourself, then. But not the deets, mind you." She wagged another warning forefinger at me, sporting a pleading smile.
Grinning back, I opened my ice cream and took an immediate dive with my spoon. I specifically requested a blend of chocolate and vanilla because I couldn't find it at home, and I had missed that blend.
"Hmmm," I hummed, snapping my eyes closed as the ice cream came in contact with my tongue.
"So, what happened that night?" She began, amid a leisurely scoop of her ice cream. "Not just that night... Why did you suddenly go AWOL afterwards?"
I took a large helping of ice cream before sending her a quizzical glance. Did she think I was joking when I told her that I had s*x with a stranger?
"Did you not hear me on the phone, Mia? I believe you did."
She shook her head. "I refuse to believe that you, my friend, Luna Harrington, had s*x with a stranger." She dumped her ice cream on the counter and gave me a cutting look.
"Come now, Luna. Tell me what happened. You probably drank yourself to sleep in one of the rooms, right?"
I couldn't blame her for not believing that I had s*x with a random stranger. That wasn't me. As impulsive as it sounded, I did it, and again, I didn't regret it.
"I didn't drink myself to sleep in one of the rooms, Mia." Another scoop entered my mouth before I sent her another glance.
Her brows were knitted as she kept staring at me. "Then you went home after you left the bar, right?"
I shook my head vehemently, turning to face her. She didn't take my word for it over the phone, and I didn't know what I'd say physically that would make her believe me.
"What else do you want me to say, Mia?"
She shrugged and reached for her ice cream again. "The truth, Lu."
"I had s*x with a stranger. I met him outside the door when I was finding my way to the bar. He rescued me from falling face-first after someone pushed me."
"And?" She prompted, tilting her head to the side. "He took you home, right?"
I rolled my eyes and huffed. "No, silly. I followed him to one of the rooms in the hotel and we had s*x, goddammit!" I didn't realize I had raised my voice till a sudden silence descended on the bar— except for the low music emitting from the stereos.
Ducking my head, I glanced around to find several stares directed at me. My eyes snapped shut in embarrassment. "f**k me!"
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