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Chapter 4: Welcome to the Club

Timothy had arrived at the damned bar when Sam's mystery invitation had told him to get there only to walk in and find her and Ferya, the woman Baltha and Urdu knew, ...dancing...with a cowboy, who was grinning like an idiot as he watched them frolick.

Tim scowled, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at the scene. He was about to go ask if Sam wanted to dance with him instead when he suddenly felt Urdu creep up beside him and lace her arm through his. He offered her a glance before leaning down and kissing her cheek, "Hey, beautiful, you came."

She rolled her eyes, "Flattery won't get you anything, Timothy."

He grinned, "Some say flattery will get you everything."

In response, Urdu smirked, "You've already had most everything, Tim."

"Oh, I suspect you've got a few tricks up your sleeve."

There was a polite clearing of the throat, which distracted him from both Urdu and Sammy, and Tim looked beyond his mate to see a man standing there. He had impossibly dark skin and prominent features and a ridiculous white braid that ran down his back. Even with whatever magic Urdu must have worked, the guy stood out like a sore thumb. It made Tim wonder what the guy looked like normally.

"Tim, this is Prince Murchadh, Ferya's mate."

Tim snorted in amusement, "Prince, right." He extended his hand anyway, "Nice to meet you, Merk. Name's Tim, and the woman dancing with Ferya is-"

"Timmy! You came!"

Tim's head whipped around in time to catch Sam practically running up to greet him. "Sammy, of course-"

"And Urdie, too."

When she reached him, she essentially flung herself at Tim who was forced to catch her and wrap her in a bear hug. He couldn't hide his smirk as he held her then looked up to see Ferya approaching them with a curiously guarded gaze, but when she made eye contact with her lover, who was standing next to Urdu, she smiled.

The man regarded Ferya with an expression of deep love and...surprise. It looked like Sam had convinced her friend to play dress up with her. Tim doubted the woman normally dressed like she was out of a magazine from the 1950s.

Tim returned his attention to his witch, "Sam, you saw me last night before I left for work, and you saw Urdu yesterday."

"I know," she said burying her face in his shirt, "But I still missed you guys."

Sam pulled back and stood on her tiptoes. Understanding immediately what she wanted, Tim bent over so that Sam could kiss him then she freed herself and tossed her body at Urdu in a similar fashion. The demon caught her with a smile and returned the kiss Sam offered her, too.

"Your dress is beautiful, Samantha." Their demon said. Sam preened. It was so easy to make Sam happy.

Contented, Tim turned back towards the dance floor to find himself frowning at the cowboy as he made his way to the bar. He looked back at Sam to find Urdu's arm around her waist and Sam whispering into the demon's ear loudly enough that they all could hear, "That's the cowboy, Urdie."

"Him?" Urdu asked.

Sam nodded seriously, "Yes, he kept all the horny cowboys away, and he scared Cadman away." Tim bristled. Fucking Cadman had been here.

"And he taught us to dance," Ferya piped in, distracting Timothy from his ire with a faint grin that slipped only a little when they all looked at her.

Tim shrugged. He had no idea what they were up to or what the hell 'He's the cowboy' meant, but they seemed so happy.

"We've got a booth over there." Ferya added pointing, as her grin widened.

Urdu leaned over and offered Tim a relatively quick kiss, one that threatened to go on much longer if not for the demon's sheer force of will to pull away. As Olivia, his demon was far shorter than him, but she was wearing some damn delicious heels again, making her almost his height. "You guys head over. I'll go get the drinks."

Tim nodded as Sam slipped her hand into his, and they started following Ferya and the prince guy to the booth.

Urdu called after them, offering a backward glance, "Take care of them for me, Merk!" The poor guy looked utterly out of his element, and Tim gave a quiet laugh as he took in the man's somewhat confounded expression.

Welcome to the, 'I never know what the fuck is going on' Club.