Chapter 5 #2
Ugh. Yeah. That would be the worst. No, wait. The worst would be thinking it has enough magic left in it to last all night, only to have it slowly die on you. I mean, fair enough, a dead vibrator is just a dildo, but I do not have the arm strength to continue the pace.
Rounding on me as soon as he’s gone, Fabia places both hands on her hips. “I can’t believe you brought a freaking bee to the wedding!” Her eyes narrow into such slithers, I can barely see them. “Dear gods, do you have any idea how venomous they are?”
I lift my chin. “It’s not a bee.”
“The only thing more venomous is a –”
“It’s a –”
“Wasp!”
“Wa…” I trail off, suddenly realising it might not be a good thing to admit that. She already looks really pissed. Like, way more than usual. And I didn’t bring my flyer with me.
Her eyes narrow. Her jaw ticks. Drat. I’m so screwed.
“I found some tape!”
Oh, thank the gods.
Placing Hyatt’s box down on the table, I hurry past my scowling best friend. “Thank you, Gerald. We’ll sort it out ourselves.”
“Okay, but the first dance is over, so I was wondering –”
“Not now, Gerald!” Fabia snaps.
Blushing a deep crimson, he pedals backwards. I watch him go in sudden annoyance. I’m pretty certain he was about to ask me to the orgy, and I really want to get laid.
“Dang it, Fabia. I’m pretty sure you just cockblocked me.”
Ignoring the most important thing right now, she says, “Help me get rid of it before he comes back.”
Spinning around, I race towards the table.
“What? No! He’s a present.” I spread my arms out wide, desperate to keep her from grabbing him.
I raised the guy since he was a larva. I mean, he’s done nothing to show his appreciation of me, and he’s destroyed my house completely now, but he’s still my baby.
“Arienna, it’s a wasp. Hurting things is what they do. We have to get rid of it. They are pure evil.”
“That’s not true. They’re just misunderstood bees.”
“Also evil.”
“Who are just misunderstood balls of fluff.”
“That can kill you. Now help me set it free somewhere far away from here before we’re caught.”
“But –”
“Wasps cannot be pets, Arienna. Now come on before someone sees!”
“Fine!” Pouting, I drop the protective barrier of my arms. “But we’re releasing him somewhere nice.”
Biting the inside of her lower lip, Fabia stares at Hyatt’s nicely wrapped carrier. She breathes out slowly. “We need to figure out a way to carry it. Maybe if we got a sheet, and I grabbed one end and you grabbed the other with the box in the middle –”
Rolling my eyes, I pick it up. “Hyatt’s not going to hurt me.”
The need to yell at me and the need to move as fast as possible wars clearly in her eyes. The bright silver rings of annoyance are flecked with dark splashes of concern.
Gods, I need to stay off the booze. What kind of wishy-washy description is that?
Though give me a couple more days without sex, and who knows?
Fabia is quite hot. I am ridiculously hot.
We’d make a cute couple. And let’s face it, given how many times Fabia gets into trouble, she probably knows a few things.
“Fine. But if you get stabbed, I am so rubbing it in your face. Then I’m carving it on your tombstone. Here be the biggest idiot.”
I grin. Sarcastic Fabia is my favourite. She is so much better than Annoyed Fabia.
“Right. Where to?” I ask, really hoping it won’t be far. I want to get back before Gerald goes home with someone else.
“At least to the Rivers of Wraith.”
I nearly drop Hyatt. “But that’s going to take all night!
” We will have to walk all the way through the meadow of flowers circling our town, climb over the roots of the Great Baggins Tree, and then still hike another few hours before we reach the rivers!
“I’ll have to convince Gerald to come with us if I want to get laid today. ”
Fabia crosses her arms, unmoving in her stubbornness. “Fucking tough. You brought a wasp into Brownston. We have to get it far enough away it won’t come back because if Hyatt is actually a female and lays eggs, the entire town will have to migrate elsewhere.”
Groaning, I ask, “Can I at least tell Gerald to head to my house after the wedding?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because he’s a twat, for one, and two, we have a damn wasp that’s no longer asleep.”
“Okay, fair.” I shift the box onto my hip. “But, now hear me out, Gerald has a dick, and that ticks all my boxes at the moment.”
Rolling her eyes, Fabia gestures towards the flowerline. “I never should’ve got you drunk. Just get moving.”
“You just don’t like him because he keeps asking you to go to jail,” I mutter as I dutifully make my way into the stalks. As the flowers stretch high above us, I look up to watch the beambugs fluttering between them, lighting up the dark of the night.
Gods, I wish I could fly. Then I’d be able to make it to the rivers, drop off the box, and come back here in time to get laid.
Instead, I’m going to have to walk for hours there and hours back.
In these blasted uncomfortable heels. In this stupid uncomfortable dress.
With this annoying trip-hazard of a hem. And carrying a really heavy box.
When my heel sinks into the dirt for the second time, I put Hyatt on the ground, take off my shoes, and chuck them back towards the party. Next goes the dress. Then the box.
Turning to Fabia, standing in only my pale-blue slip, I nod. “Alright, I’m ready to go.”
But her eyes aren’t on me.
They are latched over my shoulder.
Where an angry buzz is disrupting the air.
And numerous gasps are beginning to rise.
And the groans of the orgy fall into silence.
Puzzled, I look over my shoulder. At the sight of Hyatt finally free of his box, I lift my hand and wave.