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"That's what she said." She giggles, and I just glare at her. "Sorry. You know I had a couple of vodka shots before we left."
"I know. It's just weird, you know? I just don't even know him. Sometimes he seems like he's all about the money and will do anything to make as much money as possible, and then other times he seems like he really cares about people and my feelings and doing what's morally right."
"He's not the devil. He is not a psychopath, right? He does care about good and bad, right?"
"Yeah. I mean, do I think he's evil? No. Do I think he can be a jackass sometimes? Yes. Do I enjoy him being a jackass sometimes? Yeah. I don't think he's like the snake trying to make me eat the poison apple or anything, I just think that it's complicated on both our ends. It makes my brain hurt to think about it."
"Your brain's not thinking about it when he is inside of you though."
"Really?"
"What? You said he's great sex."
"He is great sex, and that's why it makes it so hard. Do not say, 'That's what she said' again."
"That's what she said," she says under her breath, and we both start laughing. "So are you going to see him tonight or…?"
"No, it's not our scheduled night, thank you very much."
I'm grateful when we arrive outside the nightclub.
"So let's get some drinks and just dance. Are you going to take pictures before or after or..."
"Actually, look at those girls over there," I say, nodding at two girls taking selfies in front of the sign.
"Go on, girl, go."
"Okay." I say. "Sorry, I don't want to hold us up."
"Just go, Skye."
I run over to the two girls who are giggling and taking a selfie.
"Hi. How are you doing tonight?"
They look up at me suspiciously. "We're fine. Why, what's going on?"
"My name is Skye and I am an official photographer."
"You what?" They stare at me. "What are you talking about?"
“To be clear, I’m not an official photographer. I am an unofficial official photographer of the night." I grin at them.
"Sorry, what are you talking about? What does that mean?"
"I saw you girls were trying to take a selfie, and I wanted to offer my services."
"What services? Where's your camera? Are you paparazzi?" The girl with the blonde hair says. "Because I'm not going to talk about what went down with me and Tennessee River last week."
"Sorry, what?" I blink at her. I'm the one that's confused now.
"You probably saw me on TMZ, but I am not a groupie. I did not have sexual relations with that man," she says, laughing.
Her friend collapses in laughter. "You're too funny, Eastern.”
I stare at them both trying not to roll my eyes.
Idiots.
