“Shit!” she hissed.
“I’m gonna go say hi,” Al y said.
Indy grabbed her.
“Don’t say hi! We’re in Darius Domain. He doesn’t want some white woman in red knit with her ass hanging out walking up to him to say hi.”
“He’s Darius,” Al y returned as if that explained everything.
Something to know about Al y, apparently, she wasn’t scared of anything.
Daisy was looking across the bar, bold as brass, staring right at Darius.
“You girls know him?” she asked.
We nodded.
She turned to us, Serious Kick-Butt Daisy firmly in place.
“You don’t know him right now.”
Al y stared at her.
“Gotcha,” Indy said, pul ing Al y back to the bar.
Luckily, that was that.
We sucked down vodka. Mine and Indy’s cut with cranberry juice, Daisy’s cut with ice.
So much for the big, dangerous night out with the girls.
“Yo, bitch!”
We al turned to see who the bitch was.
To my surprise, the bitch appeared to be Indy.
A smal , round black woman with ringlets invaded Indy’s space.
“Remember me?”
Indy blinked at her.
“Um…” Indy mumbled.
The woman looked at me.
“She don’t remember me,” she said.
I stared.
Guess I was wrong about the big, dangerous night out with the girls.
She turned back to Indy.
“Few months ago, you stun-gunned me.”
Daisy, Al y and I looked at Indy. Indy’s face registered recognition.