Here’s to looking like those two in a few hours, I think.
"Good plan B," I reply, squeezing her arm and grinning at her. "Now tell me what you've been up to recently. I need something to distract me from this damn cold. Are you still seeing that banker guy?” The conversation forces me to relax as I catch up with my bestie - I haven’t seen much of her in the last month, a mixture of her searching for a new job and the fact I majorly dislike her latest boyfriend. He is a plonker, and I know it will only be a matter of time before Mads sees it. She’s a smart girl - almost too smart - and her taste in men is better than mine, anyway.
"Logan is an accountant, and no," Mads replies, shaking her head at my lack of memory. Banker, accountant. They are basically the same thing…I think. "He was just too normal.” Seeing my incredulous expression, she sighs and explains, “I know that doesn't make sense, but he wanted a pretty girlfriend to go to meals with, meet his posh parents, and eventually marry. He is the perfect guy to have two point five kids with and be like everyone else...and I want more than that. I want excitement, passion, and someone who challenges me in a purely sexy way."
"You are listing every girl’s perfect man there, babe," I tell her, knowing I could do with a bit of that kind of man, myself. It’s hard for me to find a human who’s even remotely exciting when I know all the secrets of the magical world. It makes most guys seem dull in comparison, and so far none of them has tickled my sense of adventure.
"I know, but a girl can dream, right?" Madison asks, giving a wistful sigh.
"Definitely,” I reply. “But for now, can we find a hottie who doesn't talk too much? That would be awesome.”
She chuckles at me. "That's all you date, Karma. I've never seen a guy who has gotten your attention for more than a week before," she declares, and as much as I hate to admit it, Mads sort of has a point. Human guys are just so boring, and dating gods isn't allowed. No one wants to risk getting locked up for a fun date with someone that actually understands what you are. I've never met a human, other than Mads, who I could even imagine telling the truth to.
I don't reply to her as we get to the street the club is on and see the glowing blue doors a few feet in front of us. Two burly, mean-looking bouncers stand guard, and the muffled sound of pulsing music can be heart coming out through the doors. There is no queue like I would have expected there to be on a Saturday night, and instead we can just walk up to the beefy, bald bouncers. They’re dressed in suits, and look like they could probably snap me in half like a toothpick if they wanted to - karma god or not. They both eye us strangely before exchanging a look with one other. Finally, one bouncer pushes the door open, holding it for us and nodding his head inside. I’m vaguely surprised he didn’t ask for an ID, and he seems more interested in Mads than in me.
"The human is your responsibility in here. Understood?" the bouncer asks, and Mads laughs as I nod once at him in agreement. They somehow know I'm a karma goddess, and it makes me wonder what the hell is inside that would make me need to be responsible for Mads. I eye the bouncer warily as I hold Mads’s arm close as we walk through the door and up the long staircase on the other side. This was a bad idea, I can feel it. But one glance at Mads tells me she’s itching to get inside and check it out, and I would feel guilty dragging her away now that we’ve already been let inside.
"I didn't get that bouncer’s joke about human, but he looked so scary I had to laugh," Mads tells me, and I'm thankful she thinks it was just a joke. I force myself to laugh with her, because the other option is running out the door while I drag her with me. I know I shouldn’t run away, but it’s usually a good option to keep myself out of trouble - which I’m beginning to