Page 19 of Sangre
Chapter Six
“That’s fuckin’ classic.Isla Rose used to be your best friend in high school. Ella’s gonna flip over that one,” Skull said before taking a big bite out of his bacon cheeseburger.
“It’s fuckin’ strange. I knew there was something I recognized in her, but I didn’t figure it was Jordan. Damn weird.” Sangre stirred cream into his coffee.
“You didn’t know she was in a band?” Army asked.
“No. If I did, then I’d know the fuckin’ name of the band and know it was her.” He gripped his coffee cup and looked out the window. Sometimes Army asked the stupidest questions.
“It’s actually kinda funny ’cause you were hitting on her at the club.” Chains put a piece of banana cream pie in his mouth.
Sangre shook his head. “I wasn’t hitting on her.”
“Yeah, you were, dude,” Skull said.
“Big time,” Army added.
“For sure,” Chains mumbled.
“Fuck you,” Sangre replied as the men laughed and poked each other, him included.
“Admit it, bro,” Chains said.
Scrubbing his face, Sangre looked at his brothers. “I may have been hitting on her, but I didn’t know who the hell she was. What can I say? I like flirting with women.”
“And now?” Army motioned the waitress over.
Sangre shrugged one shoulder. “Now, I know it’s Jordan. She was my friend and still is, so it’s different.”
“I give this ‘just friends’ shit three weeks tops.” Army turned to the waitress. “Hey, Tammy, what kind of cream pie do you have left?”
“Chocolate, coconut, and lemon meringue,” she said while craning her neck.
“No more banana?” Army’s eyes darted to the counter.
“If there was banana, she would’ve fuckin’ said banana.” Sangre splayed his hands out on the table.
“Just checking, dude. Chill, will you?” He quirked his lips and kept repeating the choices under his breath.
“While he decides, do you want me to freshen up your coffee?” she asked Sangre.
“Sure. Thanks.”
Tammy came back with a fresh pot of coffee. She was the Night Rebels’ favorite waitress, and they always asked for her section if she was working. In her mid-forties and raising two teenagers on her own had to be tough, so the guys tipped her very well, and her warming smile whenever she saw them showed that she appreciated it.
“Did you decide on the pie yet?” she asked.
When Army didn’t respond, Sangre pushed the table toward him. “This isn’t a fuckin’ complicated algebra equation you have to figure out. It’s a damn piece of pie. I’m sure Tammy’s got other people to wait on.”
“Chocolate,” Army said.
“Coming right up.” She chuckled and walked away.
Army shoved the table back at Sangre and glared. “What the fuck’s your problem? Do you work for the goddamn union?”
“Maybe he’s just pissed that he can’t screw the rock star who is now his best friend,” Skull said, straightening out the table.
“Maybe you should shut the fuck up or we can take it outside.” Sangre’s nostrils flared as anger licked at his nerves.
