Love Thy Neighbor(3)By: Belle Aurora
I make my way to the restroom. As soon as I walk in, I hear retching.
“Everything okay in there?” I yell out.
“Fine! Bean doesn’t like mama dancing around too much.” Poor Tina.
I chuckle. “Either that, or it’s an attention seeker.”
Tina chuckles and retorts, “Just like Aunt Nat!”
I pull out the fakest laugh I can, which sounds a bit like an old man’s guffaw. Tina bursts out laughing in the stall, but she quickly starts retching again. The poor thing gets morning sickness all day long. I remember her being just the same when she was pregnant with Mia, Tina’s daughter who died a few years back.
“Do you want me to get you some lemonade?” I ask.
She groans and replies hoarsely, “Yes, please, honey.”
Before I leave, I check my reflection in the mirror. I love my hair. It’s long and slightly wavy. It used to be a deep magenta/violet, but I recently dyed it a vivid red. With my red pouting lips, green eyes and curvy body, I could easily be mistaken for Jessica Rabbit. And I love playing the role of seductress.
I exit the restroom and head back to the bar to my unhappy sisters. Once there, they both glare at me. “What the feck was that about, slut?” My older sister, Nina, spits.
“Yeah, he went all goo-goo over you, and now he won’t come back here, tramp!” My younger sister, Helena, sneers.
Ahh, feel the love.
When a person looks at us together, they can tell we’re sisters. We’re only a year apart from each other. The only difference between us is Nina’s hair is dyed blonde and Helena’s hair is dyed black.
Nina is a hairdresser and has her own salon in Cali. I hate having to pay to get my hair done in New York when my sister is a hairdresser. Helena is still studying. She wants to be a physical therapist.
“Back off, whores. It was totally obvious what you were doing. Stop embarrassing yourselves.” I say out the side of my mouth.
Anyone looking at us would see three sisters smiling and having a nice chat. No one would guess what we were really saying to each other. Every cuss word and insult is uttered with the utmost affection though, I promise.
Nina smiles and wraps an arm around my shoulders. “He was totally into me. Back off, hag.”
Helena fake laughs and lightly pushes Nina. “Oh please, he didn’t want you, Nina. No one wants a girl with a moustache.”
We all burst out laughing and wrap our arms around the others’ waists. We really do love each other. We just have a weird way of expressing it.
I joke, “Maybe we should do the sister act. You know, if you want one of us, you have to take all of us.”
Nina replies, “Oh, yeah, because one hoe isn’t enough. He needs three.”
Helena teases, “Sure. We could invite mom and dad to watch.”
All of us stop and blink at each other. At the same time, we scrunch our faces and mutter, “Ewww.”
Stefan comes past our side of the bar, and I yell out, “Sheriff, I need some lemonade. Stat. The bride is retching again.” He stops suddenly, turns, and the lemonade appears in front of me like magic.
I take the bottle, kiss my sisters’ cheeks and head back to the restrooms. I pass the lemonade under the stall, and Tina cheers, “Hooray! No more vomit breath.”
I chuckle and ask, “Do you want me to stay with you, sweetie?”
She answers immediately and firmly, “No! There’s nothing worse than listening to someone vomit. Actually, there is. Smelling someone else’s vomit!”
I give in. “Okay, well, I’ve got my cell on me if you need me.”
As I walk out the restroom door, someone crashes into me from behind. Hard. I teeter and almost fall, but strong arms wrap around my middle and hold me firmly.
My head sways and I suddenly feel lightheaded. I close my eyes and breathe deep.
I know that scent. I fantasize about that fragrance. My eyes flutter open, and I look up to focus on the rat bastard.
Ghost looks down at me with what appears to be concern in his eyes. “Okay, pretty girl?”
I hate that I love how he calls me that.
Still in a daze, I stupidly croak, “You smell good.”
A round of applause, please. Bravo.
My back is pressed up against his stomach and chest. He isn’t built like Nik. Ghost is more slender than Nik, and almost as tall and strapping. He has the lean, muscular physique of a swimmer, although his arms are built bigger than a swimmer’s. The feel of the ridges of his abs in my back makes my vajayjay dance. His messy blonde hair sits atop his head looking perfectly styled, even though he runs his hand through his hair every five minutes, and he looks outrageously handsome in a tux and bowtie. His warm brown eyes are dancing.