Free The Night's Legacy by P.T. Dilloway Page B

me.”
    He shrugged.  “Screw it, let’s go inside so everyone can see how smoking hot you are.”
    “Sounds like a plan to me.”
    The moment Tony opened the door, loud techno music assaulted Lois’s ears.  Tony reached into his pocket to hand a twenty to a black man about the same size as Miguel who was obviously the bouncer.  She leaned in close to Tony, letting him clear the way through loitering and dancing couples to the bar. 
    The bar was made up of old crates stacked on top of each other.  The bartender was about Lois’s age or maybe a year younger, though tall and blond like Melanie.  Lois couldn’t hear what Tony ordered over the noise, but a few minutes later he was pressing a glass into her hands.  It tasted like a martini, only fruitier.  “Blueberry martini,” he said into her ear.  “You like?”
    “It’s not bad.”
    They finished their drinks and then he pulled her into the fray.  Dancing wasn’t really her thing, but her martial arts training gave her the reflexes to keep up with the other women nearby.  Tony didn’t do a lot of dancing; he mostly bobbed in time with the beat while she moved around him.  It was hard to tell when one song ended and another began, so she just kept going until her entire body felt slick with sweat.
    Tony finally put a hand on her shoulder, giving her a subtle push back towards the bar.  “I’ve got to use the can,” he said.  “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
    “Take your time.”
    He leaned down to give her a long kiss on the mouth; she grabbed a handful of his hair to keep it going.  “You are so fucking hot,” he whispered in her ear before hurrying away.
    She ordered a run and Coke to sip while she waited for him to come back.  Looking around, she wasn’t sure where the restrooms were.  Maybe everyone just went outside and pissed into the harbor.  She was glad she didn’t have to go.
    When she finished the drink she checked her watch.  Fifteen minutes had gone by so far.  Where the hell was he?  Was the line for the men’s room really that long?  She signaled for another rum and Coke and then made herself as comfortable as possible on a discarded pile of rope.
    When an hour went by without Tony showing up, Lois decided to go look for him.  “Where’s the bathrooms?” she asked the bartender, having to shout the question three times before the woman understood and pointed off to a far corner.
    There was no line, at least not for the men’s room.  Son of a bitch, she thought.  She kicked open the men’s room door and then stomped inside.  “Tony?  Are you in here?” she called out.
    “I’ll be Tony if you want,” someone said from inside a stall.
    “Shut up, perv.”
    She bent down to check out the feet beneath the stalls.  None of them were wearing Tony’s shoes.  To be sure she kicked open the doors of the empty stalls.  No one hiding inside.  She kicked one of the doors out of frustration. 
    The bastard had stood her up!
    Out front she saw a girl passed out.  Lois reached into the girl’s purse for her phone.  While she was at it, she found the girl’s driver’s license too for her address.  No good would come for her lying around here with a bunch of drunk, horny perverts.  With the phone she called for a cab to take them both home.
    On the way home, Lois thought of what she would do to Tony tomorrow.  She could give him a chop to the throat and then a nice swift kick to the crotch for starters.  She would make him beg for forgiveness and then for his life.  Did he think she was just a whore he could cast off whenever he felt like it?
    The unconscious girl beside her stirred.  She blinked a few times, her eyes focusing on Lois.  “Who are you?”
    “I’m just sharing a cab.”
    “Cab?”
    “You’re going home.  Don’t you remember?”
    “No.”
    “Yeah, well, go back to sleep until then,” Lois said, not feeling the least bit sociable at the moment.  She had been stood up before