Page 63 of Bourbon Deceit
“Kace is going to kill you,” Francy said while staring at Tootse’s ass.
“Why?” Babs said, looking up at Francy.
Francy tore her eyes off Tootse to say, “Because, your stomach has grown about five inches in the past hour.”
Babs looked down and poked her stomach and laughed. “Fuck, you’re right. Oh well. I’m on my way out anyways.”
The room grew silent as we thought about Babs’ words. It wouldn’t be the same without her. We were a family and it would be sad to lose Babs, really sad.
“Ah fuck it, where’s the tequila?” Babs shot off, feeling around the floor for the alcohol.
“I think there’s some back here,” Pepper said as she started poking around behind the curtains.
“Don’t even think about it,” Kace’s voice sounded off, appearing as if out of nowhere. “Don’t you girls have some studying to do? Pepper, I know you do.”
“Yeah, studying of your body,” Francy mumbled, causing Pepper to smack her leg and give her an evil glare.
Kace must not have heard her, because he seemed unaffected. His eyes scanned the room and when they landed on Babs, his brow creased.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
Babs lifted her shirt and showed off her stomach. She patted it with pride and said, “About to give birth to two pecan pies and a bowl of gumbo.”
Kace gave her a disgusted look as she slowly pulled herself off the floor, saluted us, and went off to do who knew what. I tried not to think about it, because I was too grossed out. I loved Babs, I really was going to miss her.
“Wow, stare much?” Francy said to Kace. I looked up and saw him tear his gaze away from me and clear his throat.
“Get upstairs, Francy and Pepper, you two have an exam tonight.”
“Tyrant,” they muttered as two other Jett Girls walked away. Kace was plucking them off one by one.
“Tootse . . .” Kace said, indicating that it was time for her to leave as well. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought Kace was trying to get me alone.
“Yeah,” she called over her shoulder, continuing to pin my dress and study it.
“Don’t you have something you have to do?”
“Yeah, it’s called what I’m doing right now. I highly doubt Jett would want Lo to do a presentation with nothing on but body paint.”
“That’s right, I wouldn’t,” Jett said in his deep southern voice, shocking us all. He never came down to the Toulouse Room, so to see him backstage was a little surprising. Looking up at me, he winked and then turned to Kace and Tootse. “No need to continue, Tootse, she won’t be needing the dress.”
“Ooo, I get to be naked,” I said clapping my hands, earning a scowl from Jett.
“No, you’re not going to do the presentation.”
I turned to Kace who turned to Jett who looked at me with determination. What the hell?
“Okay, soooo, does this mean you’re firing me? Because if that’s the case, I demand to do a recount.”
“A recount?” both Jett and Kace asked at the same time.
“Yeah, you know, from the dick committee. Isn’t that where you go to make all your dickhead decisions?” I asked Jett.
Man, I was feeling spicy today. Tootse giggled below me while still pinning my dress, even though apparently I didn’t need it.
“Would you mind leaving us alone?” Jett said to Kace and Tootse, but he kept his gaze on me.
Kace patted Jett’s back and said, “Good luck, man, she seems to be in a mood.”
