loved the open space, but I also wanted to have rooms. It was a concept Lion loved. He never had to worry much about getting into places.
“Hey.” Ziggy smiled. “I’m making some breakfast, even though it’s like two. But I figured we could eat before we head to the club. That good with you?”
I nodded and shot a glance over to Trinity, who was paying close attention to her orange juice. “Sure thing.”
Just as Trinity took a sip of her juice, Lion planted himself in front of her. It was an odd thing for him to do.
“Um, Ledger?” She was frozen in place.
“Lion?” I made a move closer to him, but he squawked and slapped his feathers in her face and abruptly flew off.
“What the fuck?” she shouted and hopped off the stool. Orange juice covered her clothes.
“Sorry, he’s…well, I don’t know.” I looked around for him, but he was clearly hiding.
“I woke up to bird shit in my shoe. Could be worse, Trin.” Ziggy chuckled.
“No way! Lion, get your feathery ass out here.” I went into the living room, but he was nowhere.
“It’s fine,” Ziggy said. “He clearly doesn’t like visitors is all.”
That wasn’t really true. If he didn’t like you, he usually just hid. When Shane came over he was nice, even tried getting his attention a few times. With Ziggy and Trinity, it was hostile behavior.
“I just brought up my toothbrush. I’ll go to your car, Zig, and get my bag. I have clothes in there.” She huffed and walked to the elevator.
“Sorry,” I shouted but Trinity ignored me.
“She’s just upset you rejected her.” Ziggy laughed as he handed me a plate of bacon and eggs.
“She told you?”
He shrugged. “I told her as we drove up that you were with Strawberry. But you know her; she’s stubborn. Has this dream that you two will be headline fabulous or something.” He rolled his eyes and joined me with his own food.
“Headline fabulous?” The bacon was delicious, and I chomped on it while Ziggy told me where Trinity’s head was at.
“She’s been burned in the press. Her own fault. No DJ has the press’s attention like she does, and not for anything good, you get me?” I nodded because he was right. “Her last fling, it went badly. A politician, married. The press, damn, they slaughtered her, calling her a whore and saying things like, ‘When will she ever find someone who’s not already taken?’ Her agent told her she needed some good to rub off. I guess you’re the good.”
“Why not you, then?” I chuckled, knowing the reason why.
“Oh, yeah, sure thing. I came out of the closet singing, “It’s Raining Men” when I was thirteen. There’s no way in happy hell I’m suppressing that glory.”
I knew it to be true, too. Ziggy was stunning with his brown flawless skin and silver hair. Manmade of course, but he spent as much time on looking good as sounding it when he mixed. He was also all the way gay. I got it. When I told him I didn’t have a preference, that I just connected with people regardless of their sex, he’d informed me I was pansexual. I’d never thought about it, but I researched it, had a million questions, and he was there, answering what he could. I thought for a hot minute to try and make something with him, but he laughed, said I was cute but not his type. We’d been friends ever since.
“Yeah, yeah, fine. Well, she’ll have to continue her search.”
We ate and when Trinity returned, we didn’t see her again until it was time to go to Joker’s Sin. She looked amazing, and I told her so. She said she knew and there was a smile there, one that told me we’d be fine.
When I entered the club, I saw Max behind the bar prepping for tonight, but with one quick sweep of my eyes I realized Shane wasn’t there. I supposed he could be in the back.
“Hey, Max.” I walk closer, Ziggy and Trinity in tow.
“Ready for tonight, you three?” He smiled, clear excitement shining in his eyes.
“It’s going to be fabulous,” Ziggy answered as he took a seat on the stool.
“Is Shane here?” I asked, causing Max to smile.
“Nah, it’s his night off.” I could’ve sworn he said he’d be here. Why hadn’t he mentioned it?
“Oh, hmm. I thought he was going to be here.”
Max shrugged. “Maybe, but as a patron.”
I excused myself to shoot a text to Shane, asking if