“Al the big talent leaves the state,” Hol y said, and while they talked that over, I tried to arrange my rump in a comfortable position on the folding metal chair wedged between Hol y and Tara. I careful y bent down to tuck my purse between my feet.
As I looked around me at al the excited customers, I began to relax. Surely I could enjoy this a little bit? I’d known the club was ful of displaced fae since my last visit here, after al . I was with my friends, and they were al ready to have a good time. Surely I could al ow myself to have a good time with them? Claude and Dermot were my kin, and they wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. Right? I managed to smile at Bel enos when he came around to light the candle on our table, and I was laughing at a dirty joke of Michele’s when a waitress hustled over to take our drink orders.
My smile faded. I remembered her from my previous visit.
“I’m Gift, and I’l be your server tonight,” she said, just as perky as you please. Her hair was a bright blond, and she was very pretty. But since I was part fae (due to a massive indiscretion of my grandmother’s), I could see past the blonde’s cute exterior. Her skin wasn’t the honey tan everyone else was seeing. It was a pale, pale green. Her eyes had no pupils …or perhaps the pupils and irises were the same black? She fluttered her eyelids at me when no one else was looking. She might have two. Eyelids, that is. On each eye. I had time to notice because she bent so close to me.
“Welcome, Sister,” she murmured in my ear, and then straightened to beam at the others. “What y’al having tonight?” she asked with a perfect Louisiana accent.
“Wel , Gift, I want you to know up front that most of us are in the serving business, too, so we’re not going to give you a hard time,” Hol y said.
Gift twinkled back at her. “I’m so glad to hear that! Not that you gals look like a hard time, anyway. I love Ladies Only night.”