95. New Year
I can't help thinking that I never write Asazi right.
"It was a nice party," Asazi said as Tempest attempted to dip her.
He snorted, "Yeah sure. And I'm sure everyone enjoyed the part were you decked Anna."
"Bitch deserved it." They both stole a look at the older woman. Anna was sitting by herself at a table with a scowl and a ice pack. "I don't even know how she found out about this party. Unless you invited her?"
"Why the hell would I do that?" Asazi shrugged, stepping to the right so that they wouldn't trip over each other's legs.
"You needed a date? I don't know why you didn't invite your little girlfriend along." Tempest growled back at her. He really didn't want to be there, didn't want to be dancing, and he really didn't want to talk about Winifred. Asazi patted him on the cheek, a small smile crossing her face before she let him go. "Well I've got to go find Alex before midnight. Have fun baby boy."