Miss Nobody Ch 51

Chapter 51

DOUBLE DATE

Evening Day 26

Caballero's was a new bar and grill on the far side of town. Claire and a surly-looking man were standing in the crowd at the front, waiting for us.

Bishop parked his jeep and looked at me. "We've both been through a lot. It's okay for us to have fun sometimes too."

I nodded and smiled. I was grateful for the excuse to put off learning Demon Magic but my to-do list wasn't getting any shorter. "Hopefully she knows something about the Portal."

He nodded and smiled. He went around to my side and opened the door while I was distracted looking for my Dusty Rose lip gloss in my cock purse. I tried not to think of Roman's blood spilling out around him and the day he gave me the lipgloss instead, Ben and him teasing each other as they fixed my room. I spread some on my lips and slid down from the car.

Bishop held my hand as we headed to the restaurant.

Claire waved to us excitedly when she noticed us. She hugged Bishop and introduced her husband. "This is my husband Will."

The men shook hands and Bishop introduced me. "This is Jane."

"Hi."

"I made reservations so they should have a table ready." She headed into the restaurant. Her husband behind her, Bishop, and I followed.

We were quick to be seated at a tall round table in the crowded restaurant.

"This place just opened so everyone's excited about it," Claire informed us as we looked around the crowd. "We don't get new restaurants around here very often."

"You always pick the worst places." Her husband grumbled.

She laughed it off as the waitress came to our table. "What can I get you, folks?"

"Beer. Whatever's on tap." Her husband was quick to say.

"Well, if you're going to have a beer, I'm going to have a margarita." She laughed. "We never get out so we might as well make a night of it."

Fuck. This meant I had to drink with her. "I'll have a lemon drop cocktail please." The waitress scribbled it down.

"Beer, whatever he's having." Bishop nodded to her husband.

The waitress nodded and walked away.

Will held the menu up, covering his face.

"I never got a chance to thank you. For the other night." I let Claire know.

She shook her head quickly and pointed in Will's direction. She mouthed. "Not in front of him."

Oh. "He doesn't know?" I mouthed back. This was going to limit our conversation.

She shook her head, her eyes wide.

The waitress was quick with our drinks. Claire gulped hers down nervously. Will took big drinks to match his size and Bishop and I were quiet. What Claire did to me to save me from my own mind must have something to do with Magic. Not many people talked about Magic. Even less knew how to use it. I didn't know any other Magic users personally but if her life was anything like mine, then she probably needed to keep it quiet just like I did.

Will burped and put his empty beer bottle on the table. "I'm going to get another beer. Want another one babe? You're so much easier to get along with when you have a few drinks." He laughed and left the table before she answered.

"I wish I had time to explain but your name was found in my sister's journals from decades ago. Do you know anything about that?" Bishop was quick to ask her as Will walked to the bar.

She shrugged thoughtfully. "My family has been in this area for a long time. Almost since the gold rush in the 1840s. I'm named after my grandmother. Maybe it was her?"

Bishop nodded.

I finished my Lemon Drop cocktail to find the courage to bring up Magic. I leaned forward and asked quietly, "Your gift, your mental power thing, what branch of Magic is that?"

She laughed. "I'm a hypnotherapist. There's no Magic in that."

Her husband came back to the table with a waitress following him. A tray full of drinks in her hand. She set another lemon drop in front of me, a beer for Bishop, a margarita for Claire, another beer for himself, and four shot glasses.

Will drank his shot back unceremoniously and followed it with a bite of sour lime. "Let's get this party started."

Claire laughed and held up her shot glass. We clinked the glasses together and shot the drinks down. I made a face from the tequila and used my lemon drop as a chaser.

The waitress came back to take our food order. "So sorry ya'll. We are just packed tonight. Food is taking longer than usual but if you're ready to order I can get it to the kitchen before the club opens."

"Club?" Will asked intrigued.

She smiled. "Once the dance floor opens, we just get more crowded."

We went around the table ordering our food.

Bishop and Will talked about sports, then fishing, and then cars. The dance floor had opened and the restaurant had become less a restaurant and more a dance club as the minutes went on.

Another round of drinks had been ordered but our food still hadn't come and I was feeling a lovely buzz. The music was surprisingly decent for a club and I found myself bobbing my head. This close to Halloween they played alternative music to fit the zombie theme of the night. A club remix of Monster Mash was hitting and the dance floor filled quickly with costumed dancers.

Claire swayed across from me and sipped at her fourth drink. She had switched to Long Island Ice Teas, after the second margarita.

I grabbed her hand. "Come dance with me." Maybe she'd be more apt to talk away from her husband.

She smiled brightly and wound our way through the dancing crowd into the middle where we could disappear and dance. I had hoped to ask her more questions but the music was too loud to hear.

The song slowed and I vaguely remembered taking a few drunken dance lessons from some of the girls that stripped next to The Kitty Kat Ranch. I smiled and remembered dancing with the other woman, not well but still trying to get the men to part with those dolla bills.

I danced and moved my way further into the crowd and closer to the speakers, needing them to shake loose the sickening feeling in my stomach.

Demon.

I felt it heavy in the pit of my stomach. I groaned. I didn't want to deal with Demons tonight. Or any other night. I tried to ignore it and kept dancing. The drunkenness settled in more and more as I moved to the music and the crowd. I swayed too hard against a short pink-haired woman with pigtails, and heavy goth makeup.

She mouthed to me as she danced, "You okay?" She pointed to me and gave me a thumbs up.

I nodded and tried to get back into the music.

She stuck out her tongue. A small purple pill in the shape of a star sat next to a piercing. She gave me a look and I knew she was asking me if I wanted a pill too.

In my drunken state, I wasn't thinking clearly. I wanted my feelings to disappear. Wanted the overwhelming future to fade away for a while.

I didn't want to think about Demons or Magic or things I had no control over. I nodded and she pulled me close to her, kissing me, her tongue placing the pill on mine. She bit my lower lip as she pulled away and danced back into the crowd.

I swallowed the pill down. Silver sparkles took over my vision immediately. The music felt like it was being played inside my body and I couldn't help but dance and move to the heavy bass. Time was no longer relevant as I danced and moved to the music. Lost on my own planet of gloriously loud music, purple and silver sparks surrounded me as I danced.

A man came up behind me and started moving with my hips. I turned around expecting it to be Bishop but it was Alejandro Lopez. A purple shimmering light, slivered, snake-like around his body. I tried to move away from him in the crowd.

He held onto my hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing the back gently. "I would have let you go free."

My heart pounded faster than the club music blasting. My adrenaline sent little spikes under my skin.

He held up his finger to his lips, quieting my scream, and pointed to a parting in the crowd.

Bishop handed his guns over to the club's security, Alejandro's gang. He made eye contact with me briefly before the crowd moved together, blocking my line of sight.

I turned back and Alejandro was gone. I was being jostled by the dancers around me. I made my way through the crowd and to the bathroom. While waiting in the long line I had forgotten about my encounter with Alejandro and bounced around to the music. The people around me glowed with purple and silver auras.

The Sheriff...Bishop stood in front of me grinning. "It's nice to see you smiling for once."

I smiled and pulled him in for a kiss. His kiss tasted like shiny, fruity, purple.

He pushed me up against the wall. Deepening the kiss.

I ran my hands through his thick hair, wishing we were alone.

He pulled back slightly and whispered in my ear, "I called Jonny for backup."

I shook my head confused. "Backup, for what?"

He frowned. "I have a feeling Alejandro won't let us leave that easy."

"Alejandro." I was confused by the name. I didn't recognize it. I shook my head, a headache forming between my eyes.

Bishop took me by the arm and pulled me into an empty VIP booth. He closed the curtains behind him and sat next to me on the booth seat.

"We drank too much, too fast," Bishop said. "Can your Magic make us sober?"

I nodded and rubbed my temple. Sex Magic was worth a try, it could help get rid of whatever this pill was doing to me too.

He pushed the table further to the other side of the booth and pulled me into his lap. Kissing me, his hands roamed over my back. He put his hands around my hips and picked me up quickly, setting me on the table. He lifted my dress and ripped my lacy underwear, exposing my pussy to his gaze. He kissed my inner thighs making his way closer to my most sensitive parts.

"I'm a little sweaty." I tried to pull the skirt of my dress down.

He held my hands down by my sides. "And?" He pulled my hips to the edge of the table and I opened myself to him. "So fucking pretty." He nipped briefly on my inner thigh and put his tongue on my clit, finally.

I rocked against him, my hands tightening in his hair and pulling him closer as his tongue circled. My body was tight, my legs trembled on either side of his head, I moaned loudly as I was close to coming.

Bishop pulled back slightly and chuckled. "You taste like grape."

"Did you get a pill too?" I said too late to realize who I was talking to. "Fuck."

"Someone gave you a pill?" He looked concerned but condescending at the same time.

"Noooo," I said drunk and high on something. I giggled.

The Sheriff sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Can you stay here at least, until I get back?"

I pouted and crossed my arms under my boobs. "And what do I get if I listen?"

"I won't spank you. Stay. Fucking. Here." He left quickly and shut the curtain tightly behind him.

"What if I want spankings?" I asked the empty VIP booth. I laid back on the table, wiggling to the beat of the music. I lasted a few seconds before forgetting why I was waiting and the lively music pulled me back to the dance floor and the crush of bodies.

I jumped and bounced to the heavy beat until I was sweaty. I opened my eyes to see Jess's hair disappearing through the crowd. Her straight, long, blonde hair, a bright beacon in the sea of purples. I followed her familiar locks as best I could with all the people dancing around me.

Her red spandex dress was tight, her hip bones protruded from the thin, stretchy fabric. Her bony hand trembled as she brought the small glass to her lips and shot the dark liquid back quickly.

Last I heard, Jess wanted to use me, probably my blood, to do something with a Portal under the Lodge. She could barely lift a glass.

The barstool next to her emptied and I sat in it. She didn't seem to notice me until I ordered a drink. "A Water Moccasin please."

Jess looked at me.

"Make that two please," I shouted over the music to the bartender.

She nodded and poured the whiskey.

"How ya doin' Jess?" I asked casually.

She did not shine with the purple and silver like everyone else in the club. "I've been better."

The bartender placed our drinks on the bar. "Tab?"

"Fuck." I forgot. I didn't have my wallet or purse.

Jess pulled out a black credit card from her tiny clutch and slid it across to the bartender. "Open one."

"Thanks." I lifted my glass to hers, clanking it hard against her drink.

"You never got this drunk with Cherry and me." She sipped and made a face from the sour lime.

"I took a pill."

She raised her thin eyebrow and then her drink again, tipping it to me slightly, an impressed look on her gaunt face.

"You doing okay?" I asked her more seriously and shot back the bright green liquid. At one time we had been friends, it wasn't that long ago.

She shook her head slightly. "I haven't been able to...eat properly since Chef died." She looked terribly sad.

"Diego?" I let my curiosity get the better of me.

She side-eyed me. "Nothing more than a snack. He's full of death and tastes like sour limes." Her face scrunched. "Chef was so full of life, flavors. But my curse got the better of him, just like the others." She fanned at the tears pooling in her eyes.

"You think you're cursed?" Sounded familiar.

She turned in her stool to look at me. "Falling in love, only to drain them of their youth. Watching them age quicker than normal, in front of my very eyes." A tear streamed down her cheek. "Sex Magic isn't all giant flowers and delicious smelling perfumes." She lightly sniffed the air. "That scent is good on you."

"Thanks."

She shrugged and winced, grabbing her shoulder. "I'm almost two hundred years old and I'm feeling every minute of it."

"Dammmnnn, that's a helluva long time." I tried to count back a hundred years but drew a blank at the time frame. "Why you want...Portal?" My words slurred together as the drink settled into my already inebriated bloodstream, "Ima fro up."

Jess gracefully slid from her stool and pulled me strongly off of mine. She held me up and helped me to the restroom.