“La, la, la, I’m not listening, la, la, la,” I chanted.
“Oh God, Roxie’s talking about Hank and her doing the business.”
This was said by Indy (in aqua, like me) who, when I turned my head, I saw was approaching with Lee.
“Then we’re leaving,” Lee muttered.
Indy giggled and pulled him to us, sharing, “Well, don’t use the handicapped bathroom upstairs.”
“Fuck.” Lee kept muttering.
I bit back laughter.
Roxie didn’t.
“Or the cloakroom.” Stella’s kickass husky voice came at us from the side, and I turned to see her (in teal) and Mace (like Lee and Hank, in a tux), joining us.
“That’s two for the cloakroom,” Roxie stated.
“Who else?” Stella asked.
“Ren and me,” I told her.
“Ah,” she mumbled.
“Jesus,” Mace grunted.
“What are you talking about?” Jet (in baby blue, though she didn’t have a chiffon-exposing midriff; she had a figure-skimming, kickass pregnant lady’s bridesmaid dress) with Eddie (in a tux) asked.
“Rock Chick/Hot Bunch wedding assignations,” Indy answered.
“Oh shit,” Eddie murmured.
“Handicapped bathroom,” Jet shared.
“Fuck me,” Eddie clipped at the same time Lee bit out, “Christ.”
Jet turned to her husband. “What?”
I didn’t bite back laughter then. I couldn’t. I just let it fly.
“What’s funny?” Jules (in teal) asked, and we all looked to see her and Vance coming in around Indy and Lee.
“Cloakroom or handicapped bathroom?” Roxie asked.
Jules knew exactly what we were talking about and answered instantly, “Cloakroom.”
“Popular choice,” Stella put in.
“In about fifteen minutes, we can get Sadie and Hector’s info. But my guess, handicapped bathroom since they ran into Ren and me on our way out of the cloakroom,” I told them.
The women nodded knowingly.
Eddie requested, “Can we stop talking about this?”
“No,” Daisy (in baby blue) stated, dragging Marcus to our group and stopping. “Or at least not until you tell me what you’re talkin’ about.”
“Cloakroom or handicapped bathroom?” Jet shared at the same time she asked.