His cocky attitude sauntered away and hid from the assault of her incredulity.
“So just because little Miss Crazy Pants McGee thinks you’re cute your dick throws your common sense out the window?”
Ah…shit. If she already knows she’s right do I still have to answer her, he wondered.
She drilled a finger into his chest. “This stupid ‘club’ was your idea, and the whole safety in secrecy thing doesn’t work if you DON’T. KEEP IT. SECRET!” Her voice rose with every syllable until she was shouting at the top of her considerable lungs.
His ego tried to get its footing back and was squeaking out witty responses in the back of his head; thankfully common sense skulked back in through the window to muffle them.
She let loose something disconcertingly close to a growl and started to turn away. She stopped, mid-pivot, and arched a brow at something over his shoulder. “You idiot. I believe that you may be the first Van Helsing to ever actually invite the vampire that crashed the party.”
Ah….shit. The night erupted into screams.
a little story for this weeks Trifecta challenge that made me laugh to write 🙂
CLUB 1a : a heavy usually tapering staff especially of wood wielded as a weapon b : a stick or bat used to hit a ball in any of various games c : something resembling a club 2a : a playing card marked with a stylized figure of a black clover b : plural but sing or plural in constr : the suit comprising cards marked with clubs 3a : an association of persons for some common object usually jointly supported and meeting periodically; also : a group identified by some common characteristic <nations in the nuclear club>