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A slow breath left me as my friends pointed out my loneliness in the bedroom department. The argument that I loved being single was at the tip of my tongue, but I knew it would end with me surrendering to their whims anyway, so I swallowed them down. “Alright. Summon all the love to me. But you better make sure he has a dick worth calling home about or she can eat pussy like no one’s business because if not, I’m going to summon my foot into your ass.” What the hell did I have to worry about? Summoning love was as likely as summoning millions.
Bring it on.
On her feet, Vi scrambled to dim the lights and grab something from the kitchen.
My eyes widened, brows dropped as I sat back from the table. “Girl, what the hell do you need that for?”
Vi waved the knife between us. Everyone sat back to avoid accidentally being stabbed by drunk Vi.
“Olivia! Jesus! Will you put the damn knife down? If you cut me, I will cut you back!” Imani wrapped her hand around Vi’s wrist.
Vi’s eyes went wide, focusing on the knife as though she were seeing it for the first time. Her giggle was nervous as she let her wrist go slack in Imani’s grip, but turned her attention to me. “We just need to prick your finger,” she told me as though it was no big thing.
Sure, just stab your finger and put your blood on this weird Satanic book. No biggie.
If Gran could see me now, I would have my ear snatched up as she set me out in the yard and demanded I find a switch. My ass would be worthless in the morning and sitting would be out of the question.
Lucky — or unlucky — for me, Gran wasn’t here to talk sense into me.
All eyes were on me, and I huffed an anxious breath. My bottom lip pulled into my mouth before I sighed, the sound turning into a groan as I offered my hand to my too-drunk friend.
“If you cut my finger off, we’re going to have a problem,” I told her with my eyes narrowed.
Vi pointed the knife at me.
Sarika shook her head and opened her eyes. The thought of my finger being amputated must have been enough to put a speed bump in her buzz, because she grabbed Vi’s wrist over Imani’s hand, and took the knife.
“Hey!” Vi whined.
Her protests were ignored as Sarika put the knife on the table, unclasped a safety pin from the neckline of her tank top, and set that on Vi’s open palm. Her thick brow arched up as she let her eyes settle on each of us in turn.
“Drunk Vi has no knife privileges. Come on, guys. Seriously?” Sarika huffed.
We nodded together, as though remembering some unwritten rule. The serious gesture made my cheeks puff with laughter. I could only hold it for a moment before it burst free, spreading like a cold through the group.
It wasn’t long before we were all in a fit of laughter, slumped over on the table or one another’s shoulders as we tried to regain what little composure we had before all this started.
A collective sigh filled the air as our attention returned to the book.
This was stupid.
What was a girls’ night if not a chance to do stupid things?
Hand held out, I set my lips in a thin line. “Alright, alright. Let’s get this over with.”
I could just imagine the conversation I would have during the morning Zoom meeting on Monday. ‘Oh me? I got together with my girlfriends and we drew my blood to summon love. You know, typical weekend things. How about you, Tom?’
Rolling my eyes yet again at the absurdity of the night, I winced as Vi poked my finger.
The pain came before the blood. A sharp sting that drew my eyes to the tip of my finger, stealing all my focus. Then, a bead of blood rose from a prick too small to be seen.
It was such an odd thing. That single drop. Like dew collected on grass in the early morning, it was somehow less macabre than a stream of blood. Almost beautiful. It captivated me in a twisted way I would never really admit to.
“Now what?” Alicia asked.
Vi perused the page. Satisfied with whatever she read, she set the book in the middle of the table. “Hold hands,” she demanded.
We did.
