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the trick. She checked her cell in the basket. It was only one o ’ clock. "I'm getting more liquor. You want something?"
        "Yeah, get me a pina colada." She flipped Alex off for the pointless offer.
     
        Ethan sat in his car a block fr om the club. He could have gone back to his apartment but he wanted to be closer to her. He hoped she got away from Brena and he prayed she didn't. He wasn ’ t supposed to cavort with her. Saints, she would hate him come tomorrow when she found out he was h e r new boss. He knew she was close with her current boss, Ken Farley. Maybe really close. He wasn ’ t sure, but the suspicion was enough to make him glad the man had been fired to make room for him. He smiled at the thought. No competition. Damn it! He wasn ’ t competing over Alex with a mortal. She was off limits. Yeah, tell it to my dick. Why did she have to be Naughty Red Riding Hood? Why not a banana costume or a giant bottle of ketchup? He waited until he saw Alex and Brena leaving the club with a cowboy in tow between them. His disappointment was strong but he told himself it was for the best she hadn ’ t lost her guardian. Then Alex leaned in and kissed Brena on the cheek, and she left, dragging the cowboy with her. Alex stayed, waiting by the door. Uh oh. N ow what?
     
    Chapter Five
     
        "Hello," Ethan said.
        "Ahh!" Alex screamed. She hadn ’ t seen him until he was on top of her, so to speak. She giggled.
        "Sorry." He stared while she laughed to herself. "Are you drunk?"
        "No, I'm buzzed." She slapped hi m in the chest. "We going to your place or mine?" Whoops. She hadn ’ t meant to say that out loud.
        "I, uh, I don't know. Do you just want to go for coffee first or something?" He looked scared. Which was weird. It wasn't like she was scary.
        "Yes. Cof fee. Coffee is good. I don't even know you." He could be a vampire. "You could be a vampire."
        He didn ’ t say anything to that. She probably sounded crazy. She was too drunk to tell. After Brena's amazingly uplifting speech about Armageddon, they had to get shit faced together. Alex on Jager and Tequila, Bren on the cowboy. Blood drunk they called it. If you drank too much it flooded you system with oxygen and was the closest you could get to being tipsy. She hoped the cowboy was okay.
        "There ’ s a Cup -O-Joes around the corner I think." He said after a bit. Now that they were out of the club she noticed a slight accent. British possibly.
        "Oh, yeah. That ’ s fine. My feet hurt though. You wanna carry me?" That wasn ’ t true but he didn ’ t know. She pointe d to her shoes with the four inch heels.
        "I have a car," he spouted, pointing to a black Porsche 911.
        "Wow. Usually I would point out your laziness, but that ’ s a mighty fine car you got there. Let ’ s take her out." She hobbled towards it. He put an arm around her waist, which was fine with her. The seats were leather and cold when she slid into the Porsche. She touched the leather of the dashboard, and played with the dials, trying to find the radio. He turned it on for her and The Pixies blared th r ough the speakers.
        "You have good taste in music," she yelled. He turned the volume down. He looked confused.
        "Oh, the radio. I just put it on a random station."
        "Well, li sten up. This is a great band." She hummed along with the song. Next was a Talking Heads. "Most excellent." She bobbed her head.
        "You like this?" He asked.
        "Duh. 'Psycho killer. Qu'est-ce que c'est? '" She laughed at his baffled expression. "I can s ee we're not meant to be. You wanna get with me, you gotta get with my music." She teased him. His face fell.
        "Hey, I was just joking. We can still have sex," she said, placing a hand comfortingly on his leg.
    He sputtered and hit the breaks to avoid re ar ending a truck. He turned to stare at her.
        "Sorry. I thought you wanted to. You seemed