"I know. And we have to fix that."
"What can we do? If I leave Matt alone, she may try to come around again."
"I'll take care of that," I said.
"What are you doing?" Scarlet asked as she caught up to us.
"Trying to find a soulmate for Luna," I answered swiftly.
"Oh, good!" she said. "I'll come with you! But can we leave her alone with our guys?"
"We can in a bit," I replied to the bewildered girls.
I stormed over to the bar, where a member of Jagger's security team was watching the dance floor. The burly guard was as wide as he was tall. And he was very tall.
"Can you make sure that that pink-haired girl," I said, pointing to Luna, who was now dancing alone at the edge of the dance floor, "stays away from those three guys?" I gestured to our dates - Alexander and Sebastian, by the club's entrance, and Matt, who was hanging out by a pool table with Trevor.
"Uh ... isn't she Jagger's sister?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Well, he's the boss." He towered over me like a concrete building.
"And I'm the customer," I insisted. "Isn't the customer always right?"
But just like a concrete building, he didn't budge.
I dug into my Hello Batty evening bag and pulled out a five. I waved it in front of him.
But the security guard didn't even look. I slipped the money into his behemoth-sized palm.
He glared at me as if I'd handed him a penny.
"Here." Becky reached into her purse and took out a few dollars. "Our love lives depend on it." The hulky guard couldn't help but grin as he loomed over us.
"Yes," Scarlet said, handing him another bill.
"Okay - " he finally said, "but this stays between us."
"Of course," we agreed.
"Tick a lock," I said, winding a pretend key against my dark-stained lips.
I grabbed the girls' hands and we tore through the crowd to the bar. It was impossible to find an empty stool and even harder to get Romeo's attention.
I squeezed between a preppy couple, leaned over the bar, and scooted as close to Romeo as I could. I didn't have any more money to wave. Instead I held up a white cocktail napkin. "Romeo, over here!" I called.
But Romeo was pouring and delivering as many drinks as humanly possible, even for a vampire. At this rate, we'd be waiting at the bar all night.
I couldn't wait any longer.
As he passed me by, I reached over the bar and grabbed his tattooed wrist, causing him to spill one of the drinks.
"Hey! What's going on?" he yelled.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I just need to speak with you." I knew Romeo recognized me from our previous meetings at the Coffin Club.
Romeo was handsome and a great fit for Luna, I thought. He had a tattoo of Munch's Scream on his bicep and Chinese characters on his wrists. His shaggy dark hair couldn't hide the countless silver studs and hoop rings in his ears. He wore a Berlin T-shirt and ripped jeans.