Of course, danger isn't entirely what Decebel is worried about, Fane thought.
Jen nearly rolled off the bed as she laughed. The two guys who had lead them to their rooms were hilarious, though it wasn't completely them. They didn't understand a lot of American sayings and when they repeated them or tried to use American slang, it came out really funny.
"So are you liking Romania?" the wolf called Damion asked her.
"Well, it's cold," Jen started, "but it's alright. We got to go out to one of the dives and dance. Costin over there," Jen pointed to Costin who was standing in a corner with his arms folded across his chest, looking way to close to being mini-me Decebel, "hooked us up with drinks. He even let me dance on the bar."
"Forgive me, but what is a dive? And how do you hook a drink?"
Jen, Sally, and Jacque couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up at his innocent question.
"Sorry, Damion. We aren't laughing at you," Sally explained when he began to look even more confused. "It's just we don't really think about how our words must sound to someone who doesn't use the same slang."
Damion waved her off, obviously not offended.
"So a dive is like a bar or club, you know, somewhere to hang out. When I said hooked up I mean like helped us out, or provided us with something."
Damion grinned and looked at his pack mate Adrian. "I think I like this term 'hook up'. What do you think?"
Adrian nodded. "So would it be correct for me to say I want hooked up you?"
That did it – even Costin's stoic façade fell apart. The entire room erupted into laughter. This time Jen did fall off the bed and landed next to Damion, who helped steady her just as the door flew open.
Jen looked up and the first word that came to her mind flew right out of her mouth, "Shit!" She slapped her hands over her mouth, which only made her lose her balance more and she fell forward, across Damion's lap. So not good.
The room suddenly plunged into deathly silence.
Decebel's eyes landed on Damion and then at Jen as she struggled to right herself from Damion's lap.
His eyes began to glow and, for the first time in a long time, his wolf won.
Jen watched in complete horror as several things happened at once. Decebel lunged for Damion as Fane, Costin, and Sorin, who had appeared out of nowhere, all lunged for Decebel. Jen felt herself be pulled back and she tumbled onto her butt.
"We haven't been here thirty minutes," Jacque said, sitting down next to her.
Sally pulled up some carpet on Jen's other side. "Wow, that's impressive."
Crina and Mariana, who had been sitting close to Costin, came over. "I guess I know where I need to be if I want free entertainment," Crina teased.
"Yyyep," Jen said with a pop on the "p." "Just call me prime time, because if this kind of crap follows me all week, my ratings are bound to soar."
Jacque snorted. "Lucy, esplain this mess." she used her best Ricky Ricardo voice.
"Ahh, Ricky, I just wanted to surprise you." Jen tossed back.
Sally laughed with them. Then the collective group of five cringed as Decebel got one good punch across Damion's face before the other males finally pulled him back.
Dang, he's strong, Jen thought.
Finally Decebel collected himself and shook the others off. "I'm fine," he said, holding his arms up in surrender.
Damion wiped the blood from his lip, his eyes now glowing an eerie green.
Sorin stood in between the wolves, his hands held out between them as if to hold them off.
Decebel growled when Damion continued to meet his eyes. Damion finally relented and dropped his eyes.
Jen muttered, "Good grief."