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Leaning toward the mirror, I held my mouth just so as I applied the peach.
“You said these were his best friends, right? Whereelsewould he be?”
Capping the tube, I rubbed my lips together and squinted at the finished product, searching for imperfections. “Well, there’s also a huge rager taking place on the opposite side of town where most of the football players will probably be.” When I found a tiny hiccup, I narrowed my eyes and corrected it as best I could with my finger.
“Then we’ll go there. Damn,” Kinsey groaned. “We have all night. We’ll find him somewhere.”
Pulling away from the mirror, I decided to stop before I made things worse, and I poofed my hair that Kinsey had styled for me half an hour earlier.
Nodding because this was as good as I’d ever looked, I dropped my attention to the countertop and scanned through the bottles before spotting Sol de Janeiro, Number 62.
Snatching it, I started to spritz myself down as I left the bathroom and wandered toward the terrace exit.
A light breeze drifted inside from the open door, bringing an earthy, skunk-like odor with it.
“What! You’ve gotta be kidding me,” I groaned when I stepped into the doorway and saw her. “No. Don’t smoke that shit in my apartment. Kinsey…”
“But I’moutside,” she insisted and innocently lifted her hands to clear herself of all culpability, which only put the smoking stub she had tucked between two fingers on display.
“And get down!” I cried, when she wobbled perilously on the brick railing of the balcony where she was perched with her back to the wall and knees bent toward her chest…whiledoing drugs. “Do you have a damn death wish?”
As I hurried forward, she laughed. “No, Pookie. I have a fuckinglifewish. I want to live every day to the fullest. Don’t you? Why don’t you join me up here?”
When I grabbed her arm and tugged, trying to yank her down, she tried to pull me up onto the ledge with her instead.
“Kinsey,” I cried. “Stop. This is dangerous. Get down.”
“And living’s not truly living until you experience a little danger,” she countered cheerfully. “Now comeup.”
I arched my brows severely and propped my hands on my hips. “Get. Down,” I repeated, no longer playing.
With a groan, she rolled her eyes. “Oh, alright. Alright. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.” Then she cracked a grin and winked. “Or that guy tonight will have too much trouble taking them off you.”
“And put that thing out,” I instructed. “Before the neighbors call the cops on me.”
“Pfft,” was Kinsey’s reply, even as she dutifully tossed the joint down and crushed it under the heel of her chunky platforms. “You mean the neighbor who gave it to me in the first place?”
“Seriously?” I gasped as I led her off the balcony and into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. “Which neighbor? Bienvenido or Linden?”
Kinsey merely blinked at me as if I’d lost my mind. “I have no idea,” she admitted. “But he was kind of hot.”
I sighed. “Could be either of them. Here.” I sprayed her down with some of my Number 62 to mask the scent ofotherthings. “Hold still.”
She lifted her nose to take a whiff. “Ooh. That smells good.”
“I know. Now, stop trying to take it out of my hand; I’m not done yet.”
“I want to see what it’s called.” This time she purposely batted at my hands just to mess with me, so I spritzed her right in the face.
“Oh—oh! That is so nasty,” she screeched before gagging and wiping the flavor off her tongue with her hand. “You got me right in the mouth, bitch.”
“I told you to stop.” Laughing, I sprayed her on the arm.
“Cut itout, Pookie.” With her own laugh, she bumped into me purposefully. “You’re going to use up all your perfume.”
She made a valid point.
But as I tossed it onto the bed, I cringed. “Ugh, please don’t call me that here. In Westport, I’m justRaina.”
