They followed Jack up the steps that led into the front yard- a big patch of green grass, trees providing creative privacy around the perimeter. They definitely had a landscaper.
Jack bounded up the front porch steps to the ornate wooden door, velvet spiders clinging to it. He rang the doorbell and jerked his hand back, surprised it didn't shock him awake. Everything about the house was a step back in time, and with the copious amount of pot easing his body into a comfortable stupor...it felt like a dream, one he'd been waiting for.
They heard music inside, the Misfits' cover of the Monster Mash, and it flooded over them when the door opened.
Honey was on the other side, posing next to the door with a wicked grin, blacklight shadowing the big open forey behind her. She was dressed in a blue old school flight attendant's suit, but the skirt she wore was definitely not an original uniform. The cloud of tight bouncing curls around her face bounced with her movements as she shifted her weight from her left hip to the right. The party lights behind her cast a halo around her.
Her eyes found Mush instantly and she smiled, flashing very realistic vampire teeth. "Evening, chaps. Hi, Mush." Her voice was low and sweet.
Mush smiled in response, "what's up, angel?"
She dropped her eyes coyly and then her gaze roamed up Jack, calculating and strangely cautious. But approving.
He grinned, "Evening, Jackie Brown."
She smiled wider, revealing the toy gun she had in her other hand. "Very good! Louis, was it?"
"I go by Jack."
Her eyes twinkled knowingly, "yeah, I believe that one better. Hi, I'm Honey…" She introduced herself to David, Racetrack (whom she remembered), and bumped fists with Boots.
"Didn't cha give me a lift the other day?"
"I most certainly did," Boots grinned. "Great space you got here."
"With five crazy bitches, you need it," Honey said with a wink.
The guys laughed, loosening up, and she stepped to the side, sweeping her left arm in a welcoming gesture. "Down the hall, gentlemen, refreshments, treats, and a place for dancing feet…"
Jack and David stepped inside and started down the hall, exchanging glances. "Go with real names," Jack whispered to him and Spot. "Somethin' tells me they have a nose for bullshit."
"Remember, we don't know Tiffany goes to NYU," David warned. "Don't mention the school or our jobs at all, unless they ask…"
Spot exhaled the breath he'd been holding.
"Easy, fellas…" Jack reassured them.
"Since when did you become so calm, cool and collected…" Spot muttered.
"'s just like Mush said...be cool."
A sound machine somewhere from up stairs sounded a lighting strike, followed by deep thunder. Honey grabbed on to Mush's arm, smiling at him coyly, and he smiled back. She was a couple inches taller than him in those boots...but he didn't care in the slightest.
"Do you bite?" Mush asked smoothly, just as he stepped into the blacklight in the hallway.
Honey's eyes widened with excitement as Kat's artwork glowed. She looked over his outfit, seeing the skeleton bones on his clothes, the skull on his face. His eyes glinted from the shadow makeup around them. Creepy and sexy.
"I might have to make an exception," she purred, her fangs biting down on her lip gently.
Mush held up the platter of cookies, murmuring to her, and she clapped in excitement. Mush laughed. They were already in their own little world together.
Racetrack looked around at them, admiring Kat's work. He caught sight of Jack. "Damn, Cowboy."
"Thanks Kat," Spot muttered as he pulled down his cap a little, his eyes roaming around.
David walked next to Jack, the both of them taking in the house as Boots casually brought up the rear. It was a monstrous house, with space to spare. They went down a hall, spookily decorated and dark, curved walls and ceiling of carved wood, original to the house. It could've easily dated back to their time…
They walked into the main entertainment area, with cloth covered couches pushed against the walls to make room for dancing and a DJ booth. Black and orange Halloween decorations were everywhere, purple and black lights floated all around, and shadows of bats flew across the ceiling at intervals.
The DJ booth stood in front of a fireplace, a 70 inch TV above it playing the movie classic Halloween. The floor was all wood, the walls ornate with wood carved doorways and wall accents. The windows were arched and huge, from floor to ceiling, overlooking the yard that wrapped around the right side of the house.
The room-den-flowed into another in-between hallway that connected to the spacious kitchen, with one of the biggest fridges the guys had ever seen. There were people there, laughing, dancing, drinking, smoking. The music flooded the house, Jack could feel the bass through his feet. He wasn't used to parties like this...he liked the energy, once he relaxed a little more.
There were plenty of girls who looked like dancers...either from school or the Black Diamond, the guys couldn't tell. Jack scanned the rooms, the people, and was relieved: he half expected the house to be filled with rich assholes, vulturous men. But he had to admit to himself: these young women seemed above that.
They certainly didn't need money. Maybe Mush was right, maybe they were different.
Everyone was here to have fun and dance, reveling in the lights that glowed on their sweaty bodies, young and free.
Honey led them to the other side of the open kitchen to where two kegs in trash cans filled with ice sat next to a marble island, covered in liquor bottles. The kitchen led to another big room, what might have been a dining room-transformed into another dance floor. More people were in there, going in and out the back door that led to the back porch and backyard.
Jack, Spot and Race eyed each other, each calculating in their heads: if you have a front yard in Brooklyn, you got money. Add a backyard too, and you're swimming in it.
All from dancing in a nightclub?
Jack started to feel a slight unease, but he tried to not think about it, whatever "it" might be.
Just then, Jade came in from outside, emerging through the bodies on the dance floor. She was dressed in a nurse's outfit, a white eye patch over her left eye. She was wearing a blonde wig, but her face and visible green eye were unmistakable.
Jack smirked. "I'm sensing a theme here."
"How'd you girls know we're Tarantino fans?" Spot asked as he watched Jade approach him, smirking devilishly.
"I'm a fan of your costume too," Jade purred back, a couple inches taller than Spot in her white boots. She tilted his cap back a little so she could see his face, and she smiled, also revealing fangs.
"But, I gotta say," he said carefully, reading her. "I'm a redhead kinda guy."
She smiled a little more, her green eye smoldering on Spot. In a smooth motion, she ducked her head, whipped the wig off, and put the eye patch back in place before standing straight again. Her brilliant wavy and slightly wet red hair brushed Spot from his knees to his chin.
Jack admired Spot's staying power, a pleased grin on his face as he watched Jade.
"Better?"
"Much."
"Shots to start, ladies?" Race asked as he pulled the whiskey bottle from the brown bag in his hand, setting it on the marble top.
"Reading my mind," Jade answered. She hadn't broken eye contact with Spot.
They each threw back a shot of whiskey, and Honey served them beers.
"Let's see if you can keep the guessing going." Honey glanced up as she poured the last beer, handing it to Jack. "Our other roomie...Kiki, come meet some cool guys."
The guys looked up to see another beautiful woman entering the kitchen from the den, wearing a Japanese school girl uniform and platform creepers. She was beautiful, like Lucy Liu, but-
"I'm really Polynesian," Kiki said with a sweet smile, showing the tips of fangs as she threw her long dark brown hair behind her. She had beautiful dark almond shaped eyes, her skin smooth and golden.
"Kiki as Gogo. It fits," Racetrack said.
Kiki winked at him, "short for Kailani."
"You don't say…" Racetrack trailed off with her, enjoying the look in her eyes.
"And you guys already know Tiff…" Honey motioned to the dance floor behind her with a tilt of her head, her eyes on Jack and a small smirk on her lips.
He couldn't help it: Jack tried to cooly, slowly, glance across the kitchen to the open dance floor. He could feel his heartbeat throughout his body like the bass in the song playing, Psycho Killer by the Talking Heads.
A pair of bare feet caught his eye, and as the bodies parted he saw her cropped black pants, a white button down tied up around her flat stomach. She was lost to the beat, throwing her head around, her arms above her head. She was wearing a wig too, black hair cropped short with bangs. The skin on her forearms, neck, chest and stomach glistened with sweat, glowing under the lights.
She jerked her body around, swinging her hips in a circle, unaware-or not caring-of those who chose to watch her.
And even from this distance, Jack could see the color of her striking eyes catch the light above her. Then she turned to see him, meeting his gaze instantly. She already knew he was here, and his body responded to the fact that she may have been watching him.
She smiled at him and he laughed to himself when he saw she was wearing fangs too. She kept watching him as she continued to dance, even when she turned on the spot, dancing like her character Mia Wallace.
His stomach dropped when someone came up behind her, turning her around. But it was a young woman with long blonde hair, smiling big at Tiffany, who laughed and hugged her. The blonde was dressed as Beatrix Kiddo, yellow jumpsuit and all.
"The blonde amazon is Jazzi," Jade said with a little smile, noticing Jack's distraction. "Tiff's bestie. But we're all family."
"We can relate," Spot said as he poured another round of shots, two more for Tiffany and her friend.
"I actually broke our family rule by inviting you guys," Honey admitted mischievously, Jade nodding in agreement. "Never have we ever invited guys from the club to our house...until now."
The guys exchanged secret glances, speaking with their eyes: holy shit.
"I think it was a good exception," Kiki said, smiling a little at Racetrack.
"Cheers to that," Race said.
"Tiff! Get your arse ova here!" Honey yelled after the song ended. Jack had a feeling her scottish jamacian accent would only get stronger over the course of the evening...he glanced at Mush. He was loving it.
Tiff and Jazzi crossed the floor together, laughing, their cheeks red from dancing. Jazzi looked up, smiling right at Jack. She had a model face, the girl-next-door look, with warm brown eyes. And of course she was gorgeous. She must work with them at the club.
She stepped right up to Jack as Tiffany reached for two shots from Race, smiling and saying hi to the guys. Tiffany's eyes flickered to Jack, and he saw.
He suddenly felt like he was in high school all over again. Something he didn't think would feel so good.
"So," Jazzi began, flashing her vampire teeth as her eyes roamed down him and up again. Her voice was warm, her words rounded from the fangs. "Our sources tell us you go by Jack...and we've all decided we like that much better...Right, Tiff?"
"Easy, Kiddo," Tiffany said, smiling at Jazzi.
"No, really. he dressed the part...Jack Skellington in the not-so-much-flesh."
Jack grinned smoothly and the guys laughed. Jazzi was introduced to them, everyone shouting names over the music. Tiffany stepped around them to get to Jack, a shot and a beer in her hands.
Her blue eyes were bright with activity, bright like the electricity Jack could've sworn he felt in his veins...she smiled at him, completely relaxed and comfortable in her skin, and he didn't know how he knew...but she was fearless.
And then everything shifted, like a click, and his mind and body were suddenly keenly aware of how long he'd waited to have this time with her...but this felt like a call from another time, seeing a different version of the visions he had when he slept. But seeing her now...she didn't fit the memories. She was creating something new. Something unexpected and wholly different.
He ran his fingers through his hair, keeping it slicked back. He tried to calm himself, tried not to feel so intense...maybe it was the pot, alcohol, both...but this time, he knew he didn't want to necessarily resist it.
She was still breathing hard from dancing, "You better know who I am."
He smiled a little to himself as he looked down at her, thinking about the irony of what she said. She was shorter than him, and her lashes hooded her eyes as she looked at his face, his clothes. She reached out, lightly touching the paint on his sleeves, then his forearms.
"One of my favorite movies of all time," he assured her. "The teeth make it even betta."
She smiled wider, her hand still brushing his skin, and Racetrack called all of them to a toast to new friends. They threw back the whiskey and shouted exclamations as it burned and warmed them.
Tiff stuck her tongue out and Jack laughed.
"Alright, let's go out back," Jade pulled a joint and lighter out from her nurse uniform pocket, and Spot looked at her as if for the first time.
"Did it hurt?" he asked. She laughed, knowing the punchline, and punched his arm playfully.
"They made cookies too," Honey said excitedly as she danced with the platter of cookies to Superstition.
"Follow me, gentlemen," Tiff said to Jack as she turned and danced her way back to the dance floor.
They followed her through the throng of bodies, people reaching out and saying hi to Tiffany. She'd dance with a few people, before opening the double doors to the back patio.
The cool night air was refreshing as they stepped down stone steps to a stone patio, about fifty feet long and twenty feet wide, terrace style down to the backyard, which was fenced in. Trees and bushes lined the plush green yard, lights hung everywhere- over the fence and through the wooden trellis over the patio.
The guys followed the girls to sleek outside lounge chairs and couches in the middle of the patio under the trellis. The patio went left to another sitting area with a grill, a hot tub behind it on a raised platform with another trellis over it with lights. And to the right of the patio up some stone steps was the corner porch to the front. One of the nicest houses the guys had ever been to.
The smell of pot wafted over them, people hanging out in small groups to cool off before going back inside, walking around the yard barefoot. David and Spot took seats on one of the spacious couches, and Honey motioned to the cleverly designed cooler next to them, telling them to help themselves.
A fire was crackling in the big circular stone fire pit in the middle, and the girls stood around them, dancing around the fire and passing around cookies, laughing.
Jade lit her joint and then pressed it to Spot's lips. His eyes glowed warm in the light of the fire.
Tiffany removed her tied up blouse, revealing a twisted white bra - perhaps a dancer's or swim top. The girls shouted in encouragement, and Tiff slung the blouse over a chair, flashing her left middle finger to her girlfriends. Everyone laughed.
Jack looked around: Boots must be doing recon, or went to find the bathroom…
"Wait, you do what?" Mush asked, breaking Jack's thoughts.
"I do Tarot readings," Honey said smoothly. "I do spreads for the past, present and future... lovers."
Honey's eyes flashed up to Tiffany, smiling. "Most people think it's bullshit," Honey continued, rolling her eyes. "But it's fun for Halloween…if you're interested."
"It's not bullshit," Tiffany said firmly, looking up through the trellis. "Just gotta be sure you're ready to hear the answer you're given."
A quiet fell over them for a brief moment, a chilly breeze hit them, and a strange sadness permeated from Tiff's friends, who were all looking at her.
Jack heard the slight darkness that was in her voice, saw it cross her face. But she started dancing again to the music playing over the speakers, pushing the dark expression away. Jack glanced at the guys, who were every bit aware as he was.
"Honey has witch in her blood," Jazzi said in a low voice. "Both on her mother and father's side...she can commune with the spirits for help and insight."
Racetrack didn't have a smartass comment, and even if he did he wouldn't say it. Something told him they were serious, and after what the guys, Medda, and Kat had all been through, the reason why they were even here at all…
The guys' plan was to let the girls take the lead: in conversation, interaction, everything. But this suddenly peaked all of their interests, almost at the same time.
David was the first to dig. "So, what's it like? What kind of questions can you ask?"
Honey's eyes landed on David and she smiled friendly. "Anything."
David asked another question, and Honey was hooked into the conversation, becoming more serious, sensing David's sincerity. Spot and Jade lounged back together, laughing together, relaxing the overall mood. Jazzi and Mush split another cookie together.
Jack was seated on the partition wall that separated the patio from the yard. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, his eyes smoldering on Tiffany, watching her as she came to sit next to him. He couldn't help but to look at her stomach, tight as a board. She had goosebumps, maybe from the chill on her sweat.
"It's so different, isn't it?" she asked him lightly as she sat next to him lithely, her left leg tucked under her as her right foot swung freely. "We aren't what you probably expected."
He was still trying to get used to her voice, and now it was slightly worn rough from breathing hard and smoking. He watched her thoughts swim around and flicker in her glassy eyes as she looked at him. He liked her eyes on him.
"Being here with us, in our house I mean," she explained. "Not so many eyes on us, no cameras to watch our interactions and hear our conversations…just natural."
"Didn't know there were cameras," Jack said with a sly grin over his cup.
She laughed, "Oh, totally. They listen for everything, especially secrets...would you have acted any differently?"
Made sense why she stopped herself from talking when they'd been on the balcony..."Let 'em watch," He challenged. "I've had worse happen to me, by bigga guys."
"No one's bigger than these guys," she said. Jack was a little surprised by the darkness in her voice. "We never invite anyone from the club to come here."
"'s good," Jack was relieved at the confirmation...
"It's a known rule: you don't mix business with pleasure," she smirked a little from behind her black solo cup, her eyes smiling a little. "And it's a smart rule, because there's some messed up people out there. I never want to risk our home and peace of mind like that."
"So is this mixin', or what?"
She laughed, "the way I see it, this removes you from the business part…"
"An' what changed your mind for us?"
"Ooo, I'm afraid that information must be earned," she purred. Her moist lips shined under the dim string lights that hung over them.
He noticed she was leaning towards him, and he had leaned towards her too.
"I'll do whateva it takes," he said in a low voice.
She was having fun, her vampire teeth poking out as she bit on her lip.
"Answer some questions?"
He was a little taken aback. What could she possibly want to know?
"Shoot."
"You're not an asshole millionaire, are you?"
He gave a hard laugh and she smiled in response to the sound.
"Ya gonna believe me when I tell ya 'no'?"
"Yes."
They both laughed more and he took a drink of his beer. Racetrack passed Jack the joint that they'd started around the circle. Their friends were obviously giving them intentional space, and Jack knew they couldn't hear him and Tiffany. Racetrack made a face at Jack - eyes buggin'- as he turned to go back to Kiki.
"Alright, I'm not an asshole millionaire. Jus' a regular asshole."
She smiled . "What do you do?"
"I'm an independent contract'a," Jack handed her the joint first. "We all are. 'cept Spot, he's a lousy car salesman."
She watched him as she took a drag. He smiled a little, seeing a mirror of the scene in Pulp Fiction, when Mia smokes at the diner. She looked beautiful, wearing those high waisted black pants, tight on her hourglass figure, her breasts full in her white ruched dancer's top. (Don't Fear) The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult was playing.
Tiffany smiled back, surprisingly a little shy from his directness. "What?"
"Jus' lookin' at ya," he answered honestly.
"Look all you like…" she let out a small giggle and he grinned a little wider.
"What else ya got..." he took the joint from her.
"Yeah," she blew out smoke. "How old are ya?"
"I'll be 24 this summer."
"Birthday?"
He paused. He could see an eagerness in those warm ocean depths...almost an urgency.
"July 13."
"A Cancer," she said a little to herself. Something passed behind her gaze, as if she was filing away the information. She seemed...almost mesmerized with him.
"How old are you?"
"21. Scorpio," she winked.
He exhaled the smoke he'd been holding...She was younger than he thought.
"I'm an early junior at NYU," she answered his thoughts. He was a little surprised she offered the information.
"'s where our current jobsite is," he said casually.
"No kidding?" She looked pleased with the answer. "But, you're not stalking me?"
"Sorry ta disappoint," he said smoothly, smirking at her. She laughed.
"Ok, maybe you're not a murderer..."
"Somethin' tells me you're a good judge of character."
"Well," she looked out across the backyard, a seriousness falling over her. "After playing pretend with so many people...you learn pretty quickly who else is playing, too."
"I know what ya mean."
"Oh yeah?" she asked, looking up to his face, interested. She looked away to pass the joint to Honey, who took it and returned to the firepit.
Jack had caught himself off guard. He didn't mean to bring up his own experience/ knowledge within the prostitution ring from the early 20th century...He thought carefully about what he said next...
"Yeah, well...'s hard ta tell where the pretendin' stops and the real stuff begins. The difference between feelin' everythin'...an' bein' numb to it all."
Her eyes suddenly flashed, her eyebrows furrowing slightly, and he felt shivers race down his spine instantly, like he'd seen a ghost.
Oh, shit. He's seen that look before.
Holy fuck.
He involuntarily braced himself for her to scorn him, to set him straight, and he tried not to pull back or show her the fact that he was thoroughly-freaked-the-fuck-out.
But she wasn't angry. She wasn't insulted...her expression fell away and she looked a little relieved.
"Yes." she agreed quietly, all traces of smile gone. She suddenly looked a little sad.
His brows came together a little, trying to read those secretive blue depths.
"But…" she trailed off. She reached out her fingers from her cup to brush his right hand. Her eyes flashed up to meet his gaze.
"I like feeling everything instead."
Fuckin' hell.
He hoped she couldn't hear him swallow his nerves. "So, 'ave I earned my answer?"
She came back to herself a little, smiling. "No."
There was a pause, and he had to smile at her. Playful thing.
"You gotta dance with me on the next song."
"I'm not drunk enough for that shit."
She genuinely laughed. He loved the sound.
"Did I hear shots?!" Race called from his seat in between Jazzi and Kiki.
Everyone laughed, and Jack smiled without looking away from her. "Absolutely. Big ones."
"Aye, Cowboy," Race was already pouring down a line of disposable shot cups.
"Cowboy?" Tiffany questioned, smiling affectionately.
Jack allowed his annoyance to show and she laughed.
"My nickname."
"I know just the horses to go with that."
"Is that so?"
"Maybe you'll meet them...they're out West."
"My lady," Racetrack presented Tiffany with her double pour, Jack with his.
Jack huffed before downing the whiskey and she laughed before taking hers.
She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth go down her throat. "Don't worry, Cowboy," she crooned as she opened her eyes. Witchy Woman by the Eagles began. "...you can let me do all the work."
God help me, he thought as the corner of his lips lifted a little.
She threw back her beer, and took his hand.
A few of the girls, especially Jazzi, kept their eyes on Tiffany as she led Jack towards the house, her hips swinging with her confident walk. Jack met Mush's eyes, and his friend gave a thumbs-up from behind Honey's back.
Jack felt like he was walking through a dream as he felt her hand hold on to his, his eyes running over her bare back.
She led him into the group of slow dancing bodies and turned on her heel to face him.
A switch somewhere inside her turned on and her body moved slowly, sensually. Her hands crawled up his chest and around his neck, rocking her hips and chest in little circles and dips.
Jack tried to remember what Mush had said...just don't think.
Jack's hands found her hips and traveled up to her waist. So small in his hands...but he could feel the power of the muscles under her slick skin. He couldn't help it...his fingers tightened, gripping her around her waist, and she melted against him for a moment, closing her eyes, both of them moving together. His right leg ended up between hers...Sweat formed on their skin, warm from the bodies close to them, offering a shield against the world...
She rocked against him before tilting her head back, arching her back. Her hips pressed into him, and he swayed her body around a little, moving with the music, supporting her back and neck...He swung her up again so he could see her eyes, and she smiled seductively, pressing against him. He touched his forehead to hers, having to close his eyes and feel for a moment...he heard her singing the chorus…
"...witchy woman, she got the moon in her eyes…"
His eyes flew open and she leaned away to turned on the spot, keeping her arms up around his neck. She arched her back away from him, and he glanced down, seeing her front... she was pure torture.
His hands rested on her hips, and he did his best not to pull her against him...an animalistic instinct inside told him to do so, but he didn't have to; she danced against him, and he saw stars. Her moves weren't so...methodical as they had been in the nightclub on a stage. He could tell she was enjoying the closeness…
I Put A Spell On You by Annie Lennox started…
He understood now what she meant by watching eyes at the club...she never would've been allowed to dance with him like this. They were drunk and high, and both their walls were down because of it. He suddenly didn't care who was watching, if anyone was watching at all. He was lost in a haze, and she was there with him.
Tiffany turned around, her hands going up to either side of Jack's neck. He dipped lower, their noses brushing, his face almost touching her skin... he gripped her by the waist and lifted her up so that she was looking down at him, her wig hair hanging down like curtains. His arms were more than strong enough to hold her. He let her slide down him slowly, the song building, and her breasts pressed deliciously against his chest. Her lips met his.
They forgot where they were entirely. If he ever questioned her attraction to him before, he definitely didn't now. She held Jack's face almost tenderly, her lips melding to his softly, moving with his with a slow hunger. She made a sound and his hands gripped her tighter. Her fingers responded in kind. He could feel her chest expand against him, breathing deeply.
He felt like he was on fire, waiting to hear his alarm clock go off any minute. But she was as real as she had been over a century ago...only now she didn't resist. She wanted him. She melted against him, fit perfectly to him. She felt so lean, small, and strong...she held him with such command...He felt he could hold her tighter and she still wouldn't be satisfied.
They parted a little, both breathing heavily.
"Who are you," she breathed, reading his eyes.
"I was jus' wonderin' tha same thing," he said huskily, his eyes drinking her in. He released her, her feet touching the floor gently.
"Why did ya break your rule?" he asked directly. "Why did ya change ya mind?" He had to know.
A nervousness appeared in her eyes, unsure. Her hands were still on him; one gripped his shirt, another rested on his chest. But he had dropped his hands, a serious expression falling over him. She took a deep breath.
"I-"
She looked over his shoulder and dropped her hands, pulling away. Jack turned to see David and Mush following Honey inside the house, the others staying outside on the couches...Spot, alone with the other three girls. He could see them laughing through the windows.
"Readings, anyone?" Honey asked. She noticed Jack and Tiffany's closeness, their slightly red lips and flushed complexions. She raised her eyebrows, smiling mischievously at Tiffany.
Mush held Jack's eyes, "I'm wanting a...deeper dig into my past."
Jack understood, and David stepped close to him, whispering in his ear, "Where's Boots?"
"Bathroom," Jack lied, speaking at a regular volume. He Looked David in the eye, and his friend nodded. He turned to follow Mush and Honey to the kitchen.
"Fresh air?"
Jack's attention returned to Tiffany, his heart still flying away in his chest.
"Yes."
