SAVE ME FROM YESTERDAY

RASTRO 15

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Glaiza was going to have a nervous breakdown. She gasped against the tightness in her chest, gripping the bar as she waited for the whooshing noise in her ears to recede.

"Breathe." Gabby's hand landed on the small of her back, rubbing up and down.

She nodded, sucking in a shaky breath.

"What if no one comes?"

"They'll come," he said.

"Even if they don't give a shit about Dragonfly, they'll come tonight because of the Revival taping. If anything, we'll be turning people away at the door to keep from going over capacity."

"You're right," she said, forcing another slow, deep breath into her lungs.

"Everyone wants their fifteen minutes of fame, especially in this town. Tonight's going to be fabulous. There's really no way around it," he told her, completely sincere.

She turned to fling her arms around him.

"I'm so glad you're here."

"Me too." He squeezed her back.

"We're going to make an awesome team. Basically, you made the best decision ever by hiring me." He pulled back with an exaggerated wink.

"You better not make me regret it." She gave him a playful shove.

"It is going to go well tonight, right?"

"It is. I mean, look at us?"

He waved his hand dramatically between them. They both wore black T-shirts with the new logo-a lavender dragonfly identical to Glaiza tattoo-on them.

Gabby's hair was carefully styled with so much gel, it probably wouldn't budge if he stood outside in a hurricane.

He'd let the Revival team go a little crazy on his makeup too, but he looked fantastic, and his enthusiasm was sure to keep the customers happy.

Rhian had been here earlier but had left a little while ago to go home and change. Doors opened to the public in forty-five minutes, and the camera crew had been milling around all afternoon, getting ready.

The anticipation was slowly getting to Glaiza. She just needed to get on with things. Once the bar was full and she was busy pouring drinks, she'd relax. Hopefully.

Chynna pushed through the front door. wearing black leather pants and a purple top with a matching streak through her hair. She crossed to the bar, looking around wide-eyed.

"Holy shit. Glai. It looks amazing in here!"

"It does. Rhian and her team did a great job." Glaiza swept her gaze around the room.

"And here you are behind the bar looking all official," Chynna said, leaning over to kiss

Gabby's cheek.

"That's because I am official," he said proudly, patting the logo on his chest.

The front door opened again, and Rhian walked in. She had on a knee-length black sheath dress with a gold zipper running down the front, extending the entire length of the dress. Its tab nestled between her breasts, just begging for someone to tug it down and unzip her.

Glaiza swallowed roughly. "Fuck me."

Gabby choked on a laugh.

"No, thanks, but it's obvious you want to fuck her."