Daemons in the Mist

Chapter 17 - Unnatural Selection

17

Unnatural Selection

Friday, January 20th

NUALLA

                        

After Skye had finished embarrassing the crap out of me, she walked over to us looking rather pleased with herself. My family had spent the last few years teasing me for being dumb enough to date Michael; I wondered just how long they were planning on poking fun at me for Patrick. With the way my luck was going, it was probably going to be for the rest of my life.

Skye smiled down at Patrick. “Hello, I’m Skye Varris. You must be Patrick Connolly.”

“Yes, I am,” Patrick answered nervously.

“Sorry we had to meet like this. Sometimes Nualla doesn’t think about how her actions will affect others,” Skye said, her eyes drifting to me. Which was a polite way of saying I fucked up.

“I’m not too good at that myself, either,” Patrick admitted as he nervously ran his hand through his hair.

“So what did your parents say about this?” Skye asked Patrick as she leaned over the table and pulled the ring from under his shirt.

A bright blush shot across Patrick’s face. “Um, they don’t exactly know,” he admitted, shooting me a panicked look.

“Probably a good thing, not everyone’s as understanding as I am,” Skye said with a crooked smile. I coughed, and she shot me a sidewise glance.

“Your club’s really awesome; I mean, not that I’ve really seen a lot of them but…” Patrick said in a rushed, unsteady voice.

“Why, thank you dear,” Skye said with a huge grin.

One of the drink girls appeared behind Skye. “Skye, the bartenders want to know what type of drinks they can give out for free.”

“I’ll be right there Kristin,” Skye said to the girl before turning back to us. “Duty calls,” she said with a smile as she handed Patrick’s Blue Card back to me. She took a few steps away before turning around to point at us. “You four stay out of trouble for the rest of tonight, okay?”

Shawn looked up from his drink startled. “Does that mean no more drinking?”

“No Shawn, it means no causing trouble, disrupting my patrons, or other shenanigans that would warrant me calling your parents to haul your asses home.”

“We’ll be good, Mom,” Nikki promised with a not too reassuring smile.

“Sure you will,” Skye said as she rolled her eyes at us and turned to walk away.

“Did she just seriously say shenanigans?” Shawn asked with a snort.

I turned to Patrick. “Here, put this on before someone decides to kill you or something,” I said, handing Patrick the Blue Card.

“Um, okay,” Patrick said as he slipped the cord over his neck. He looked at it suspiciously for a while before looking up and asking, “Hey Nualla, can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I answered, taking a sip of my drink.

“What on earth is a Blue Card, and since when did people specify that they were human to others?”

I all but choked. Geez he didn’t miss a thing, did he?

“That would be our cue to go,” Shawn said, grabbing his drink and jumping up.