Aftermath

Chapter 18-You're Weird-OK, I like weird.

Chapter 18

"I'm going to go get her a drink. Keep an eye on her," Voss said to Sam, more a command than a request, and pushed passed her into the kitchen.

"What's your hurry, Voss?" Isabella asked while working on a platter of cheese and meat on the kitchen island that probably no one would eat.

"Does Hamilton still keep a bottle of his good stuff in the freezer?" He pushed around the frozen food trays.

"Other freezer, behind the ice cream. What are you all excited about all of a sudden?" Isabella had stopped what she was doing and came to help him look.

"She's here."

"She is...where is she?" Isabella said craning her head around the corner of the kitchen.

"Balcony." He had the drinks in his hand and stood next to Isabella and took a deep breath to calm down. "Give me a minute and then I'll bring her to meet you guys."

"Good luck, honey." As his head-coach of his love life, Isabella patted his butt and sent him on his way.

Lou was leaning on the railing looking over the edge. She looked beautiful wearing a simple navy scarf dress with high heels that made her legs and ass look fantastic. Her hair was long and wavy and from where he was across the room it looked like her hair was cut a bit different, with a few bangs swept to the side, probably to hide her scar that she always seemed to bother her.

"One of those for me?" Britney blocked his next step.

"Hey Britney, an old friend has just arrived, will you excuse me?" He pushed past the Disney club washout.

"So I hear you finished it without me." Lorna stepped into his path and locked her hand on her hip, popping it out to the side, barricading him.

"Did things go well in Switzerland?" he half-heartedly asked Lorna, while looking over her shoulder.

"Fine, just wondering why the fuck you feel like you can take my movie away from me? I got you that role in the first place."

"Last I checked, it was Gus's project."

"Talk about taking advantage of someone's misfortune. You stabbed me in the back, Voss," Lorna said seething in anger, blocking his path to the balcony, to where he needed to be.

"Lorna, I'm glad you're not dead with a needle in your arm, but Gus and few other studio heads have recovered well after losing a few million over your recreational entertainment." He stepped around the self centered, overly privileged snob.

"What the fuck do you know about it, Sverkersson? You and your privileged little life, how dare you fucking judge me--"

"Lorna, I'm not judging anyone. You want to be mad at me, fine. I don't give a shit and frankly, at this moment I don't want to waste one more fucking second talking to you about it." He finally pushed passed her and a few bystanders and was almost to the balcony, which Lou was now missing from.

All he found was Quinn Johnson and a few young girls straight off the Disney channel lot.

Then he heard Lou's laugh, his head snapped back to Quinn. He stepped around him to see Quinn standing so close to Lou, Voss's Lou, that the asswipe was practically standing on her toes.

"Evening, Emmylou," Voss said and her eyes looked up to him and she gave him the warmest smile he had seen in months.

"Voss." Lou stepped out to the side, looking awkward and nervous.