Catching Avery

Chapter 12

 Lust: Because who in the hell had silver fucking eyes???

Nicholas~

Julian did his best to smooth things over with everyone and assure them that they could continue drinking and having a good time, but things still felt strained. I knew our fuck-up was serious when Quinn was called up by the DJ and she declined her song. After that, everyone else had declined their turns as well.

This was so not good.

"So, looks like it's getting late," Steve stated unconvincingly; it was barely ten. "I'm thinking I might head over to that new place, Xavier's. I hear it's the place to be these days."

Maria reached for the metaphorical baton. "I heard the same thing. If we head over now, we might still be able to get in." She gave Jill, Tony, and Joe a not-so-subtle look.

"Xavier's sounds great, we-"

Chase cut Quinn off unapologetically. "Make sure you guys get there safely. We're just going to kick back here."

Jill didn't know what was going on exactly, but she knew enough not to argue. "Sounds good," she replied, grabbing her purse. "Thanks for inviting us out, Quinn. This was fun. We should do it again sometime." The 'without the bosses' was strongly implied.

Quinn just smiled at her. "Sure thing, Jill."

As soon as they were out the door, Avery and Quinn jumped up off our laps, then sat next to us in the newly empty seats.

"Are you out of your fucking minds?"

I had to admit that I hadn't seen that coming. I had expected Quinn to be the one to lose her shit and give us the well-deserved dressing down, not Avery.

"It's not like we planned-"

Avery held up an empty beer bottle, then pointed the ass end of it at me. "I will crack this bottle in half and stab you with it if you dare to finish that sentence," she threatened, her mercury-colored gaze freezing me in place.

I opened my mouth to speak, but then closed it again. I needed to evaluate just how serious she was. I wasn't up for being stabbed tonight.

Or any other night, really.

"Look, Imp-"

"Don't 'look, Imp' me, Nicholas Savage." She still held out the beer bottle. "If you guys really didn't plan to fuck up our night, then what the hell are you three doing here at a hole-in-the-wall bar, instead of at Xavier's?"

"Yeah, isn't that your scouting spot?" Quinn added snidely.

I took offense since Julian and I had not been 'scouting' last Friday night. So, I turned my attention from Avery to Quinn. "We don't scout. And even if we did, we've already found what we want, no need to continue."

"Quit acting stupid, Nicholas." Avery was genuinely upset. "Everyone at work is going to be thinking that Quinn and I are fucking our bosses. Can you even fathom how humiliating that is?"

I gritted my teeth at her choice of words. First of all, she made it sound like what we were doing was sleazy when it wasn't. Secondly, she might not have technically fucked her boss yet, but she was going to be fucking her boss really soon, so...

Nevertheless, I couldn't argue her point; that was exactly what everyone that they worked with was going to be thinking. Now, while it didn't bother me, per se...nobody needed to know our business.

Fucking Chase and his jealousy.

"We'll fix it," Chase said, promising the impossible.

Quinn looked ready to strangle him. "Oh, really, Father Time? Because going back in time is the only thing that is going to fix this."