spirit night

Untitled Part 21 SADIE

M y feet were kicked up, and I was leaned back on the couch when someone rang my doorbell and Wasabi freaked the fuck out. As I scooped him up to quiet him, the telltale noise of my friends' laughter hit me, and I cringed. "Really?" I asked as I swung the door open wide. "You know that he hates that damn doorbell." "That's why I ring it, I love hearing him growl and bark. It's so fucking funny." Harley reached out and took Wasabi from me before walking into my house. Bridget, Piper, and Kat were following right behind her. "I told her not to," Bridget whispered. "Why aren't you ready?" Piper asked. "Ready for what?" "Umm, comedy night at Bananas." Piper bobbed her head like a doggy on a dashboard. "Because she's in the depths of despair. She's forlorn, prostrated with grief—" Kat threw her hand over Bridget's mouth. "She's been watching Anne of Green Gables again. Just because Anne has red hair like she does." I cracked up laughing, because she was kind of right. "Okay, give me ten minutes." "Hurry, Adeline, Stella, and the others are meeting us there!" Piper hollered. "So, we're taking over the whole place?" "Pretty much." The last time there was an event, Everly, a friend of ours who was with Orange sergeant's wife as well as my lieutenant's. Ten minutes on the dot I walked out of my bedroom wearing deconstructed jeans, my Freebird boots, and a camo T-shirt. "I'm not sure whether I want to go hunting with you or fuck you, but you look hot," Harley said. "Now let's go." I took Wasabi from her and set him on his bed before locking up. Bananas was one of those places that once you learned of its existence it became your favorite place. Sure, their Sunday morning Southern family-style breakfasts were epic, with drag queens dressed in choir robes singing old church hymns, but it was their special events that I loved most, like tonight. When we walked in, I could hear them before I saw them. The large group of women were crowded around four large tables. There were exactly five empty chairs left. "Hey, sorry we're late. It was my fault." I took the blame. "I forgot about tonight." "Forgot? How the fuck you could you forget tonight?" Stella, my sergeant's sister, asked. "Excuse her, our Sadie is feeling a little melancholy," Bridget cut in. "Will you stop with the Anne of Green Gables shit? I'm going to knock the shit out of you." Everyone laughed. "My work here is done. Oh, one more, you seem to be coming out of the blue johnnies." "What the hell does that even mean?" I asked as I pushed her into a seat and then sat far away from her. "It means that"—she pointed at me—"you're now smiling and not so grumpy." We placed our drink orders, and not ten minutes later, our conversations were cut off by the dimming of the lights. When they came back up, one of the normal singers was on stage. "Welcome, I'm Gypsy Rise, it's like Gypsy Rose but mine"—he looked down at his cock—"isn't a has been. Anyway, I'm going to be your emcee tonight, and to get you started, let me introduce you to the slut of all sluts." Harley cracked up laughing a little too loudly. "Honey, it's a joke, not roll call." He waited a 

few seconds for us to quiet down. "As I was saying, she's a narcissist, a sociopath, and has a belowaverage IQ. In other words, she's a really mean Forrest Gump, let's get it up for Ringo." Ringo was ourbitch. He owned Bananas and was one of the gang, and wherever we were, he seemed to be as well. I'dalways thought it was just us—meaning me, Piper, and the other deputies. But, no, he was close to all ofour groups. "Let me say hey to my posse down in front, hey." In unison, we said, "Hey," back to him.Ringo's voice got louder to pull everyone's attention to him. "Now, I know that I'm fabulous, which meansfinding dates is easy, but do you know who has a hard time dating? My younger sister, who is gorgeous.Anyway, she's tried everything, and online dating is the worst. Every time she meets someone and thinkshe might be the one, he lands in jail. Of course, she comes to me crying and expecting me to give heradvice. So, I told that maybe she should try the online dating thing when she's thirteen." "Fuckinghysterical!" I shouted. When Ringo was finally finished with his set, we jumped up and cheered. I wasn'tbeing biased, but the rest of them weren't nearly as funny. "So, bitches, you think we should havecomedian night more often?" "Yes!" the group shouted. Ringo scanned the group but stopped when hiseyes landed on me. "Girl, where you been? I tried calling you the other day. I saw you on your bike, butyou didn't answer." "You'll have to excuse her, she's—" "Shut up!" I shouted at Kat. "I've had a lot goingon, and right now, I'm rezoned to a different area, so I'm not too happy." "Yeah, but I bet you're happy withthat doctor I heard about. When do I get to meet him?" "You don't." "Why not?" "Dumped me." "He didn'tdump you," Harley interrupted. can't control them any more than you can. Maybe he's decided you'rebetter off without him. Have you ever thought of that?" I stared at Harley, totally dumbfounded. "Who areyou? Since when are you the wise one?" "I'm quite the prophetic one." "Pathetic, did you say pathetic?"Piper asked. "Ha ha—fuck you." Harley flicked her off. "Think about it, try calling him. Even if you're onlycalling to see how court went." "I'll think about it. Enough about this, what have I missed? I've sort ofstayed away from the station. I know it isn't Kayson's fault, but I blame him for putting me on radar." Iglanced over at his wife Ariel and mouthed an I'm sorry . It's okay , she mouthed back. "We've sort ofnoticed," Bridget said in regards to my absence. "Harley and my brother are still assholes and drivingeveryone crazy." "Hey, what's going on with the Blood Roses?" I asked. "The MC?" Harley gave me astrange look, but her attention was totally focused on me. "No clue, why?" "I've seen several groups ofthem rolling into the area. I thought maybe there was a rally or something going on," I explained. "I don'tknow, I'll call Ridley," Harley offered. Harley didn't talk about it a lot, but her cousin was the vice presidentof an all-ladies MC, not the kind of MC we played at, this was a real one. Well, they didn't peddle flesh ordrugs, but they skirted the law and there were a few in the prisons serving life sentences. They had goodintentions, defending those who couldn't defend themselves, but their retribution is what got out of hand."Don't think I didn't notice," Kat whispered. "Notice what?" "How you shifted topics from you to the MC,smooth, real smooth." Kat leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder. "It's all going to work out,don't you worry." When the night was over and I got dropped back off at my house, I couldn't get Harley's words out of my mind. Call Ryan. Maybe.