Deja practically screamed, sending them all into peals of laughter. Hopefully, her neighbors wouldn’t complain about the noise in her apartment, but she’d lived here long enough that most of them were familiar with her weekly get-togethers with her two sisters. “I’m d-dead s-serious.” Skye was laughing so hard it was difficult to make out her words. “Oh, my God!” Melda squealed. “I can’t even imagine. He actually jumped on the bar?” “Jumped on the bar and started gyrating,” Skye stated with a nod. “I think he actually believed he was sexy.” “How did you get him down?” Deja voiced the question as soon as she caught her breath. She hadn’t laughed this hard in far too long. “Not my job,” Skye scoffed. “I signaled the bouncers. They helped him down and escorted him to the curb, where they called a cab to take him home.” Melda was holding her sides as she continued to laugh. “I’d have loved to see that.” “Trust me. You wouldn’t. The image is seared into my brain.
