Free Bedded Bliss (Found in Oblivion Book 1) by Cari Quinn, Taryn Elliott Page B

arrived.”
    Chloe peeked out with one eye done. “What the hell is that?”
    Jinx looked down at the cart. “Something called Mercury.” She stirred the pitcher of blue liquid. For freak’s sake, Chloe could smell the alcohol from across the room. Jinx came over with oversized martini glasses filled to the brim. She took a little sip. “Oh my God. You have to try it.”
    Had to be sapphire blue. Seriously?
    Ivy wiggled her way around Chloe. “Oh, what’s that?”
    “Mercury.”
    “That sounds interesting.”
    “Not the word I was going with.” Chloe accepted a glass.
    “A toast. To the finest bitches in this hotel tonight. May we have fun, get drunk, and if we’re lucky, get royally laid.”
    Ivy lifted her glass. “Hell yes.”
    She wasn’t sure about the laid part, but she was determined to have fun. “Bottoms up.”
    “That’s the spirit.” Jinx took a gulp, her blue eyes bulging at the taste.
    Chloe was pretty sure hers were a match. “Holy shit. What’s in there? Lighter fluid?”
    Ivy sputtered a little. “I’m going to say some grain alcohol.”
    The last time she had Everclear, there had been a lot of hickeys on her neck. She wasn’t sure if that was her being hopeful or not, but she took another swig. This time, the alcohol burned a little less and the flavor of pineapple made her taste buds demand more.
    She set her glass on the counter as she went back to her makeup. She shimmied to “House of Cards” as Lindsey sang her heart out about losing the love of her life.
    She knew how that felt.
    When she emptied her glass, suddenly there was another one at her elbow. She sipped as she attacked her red hair with a curling iron and hairspray. The ombré skirt floated around her legs as she tried not to think about the inches of midriff she was showing with the strappy halter top.
    “Fuck, you’re hot.”
    Chloe paused as she painted on her dark lipstick. “Thanks. Still not changing teams. Even for you.”
    “You couldn’t handle me.” Jinx put her hands on her hips. “Everything’s perfect except…”
    Chloe recapped her lipstick. “Except what?”
    Jinx held up a finger and ran into the bedroom. She came back with palm-sized scissors.
    “What the hell are those for?”
    “Just need a little shortening.”
    Chloe tried to back up. “No. This skirt cost three hundred dollars.”
    “And will look like a thousand dollars when I’m done with it.”
    “Hell no.”
    “I’ve done this a million times.”
    “Oh yeah? I don’t see a sewing kit.”
    “If you stop moving, then I’ll cut straight. Legs—perfect legs, remember?”
    Chloe slammed her eyes shut and stopped breathing as Jinx went around her with the scissors. She could actually hear the snip of the cloth. When air kissed her legs well above her knees, she was terrified to open her eyes. “It was ombré, now it’s just going to be blue.”
    “Nope. Open your eyes and look.”
    “If you ruined this skirt, I’ll skin you and steal your pants. Why you get to wear pants and I have to go with three quarter of my legs hanging out seems beyond unfair.”
    “Assets. I have long legs and skirts don’t fit me right. You’ve got a rocking body you hide under mom jeans and khakis. We are not letting you hide tonight.”
    “Right. No hiding.” Chloe opened her eyes and lightly swayed. The skirt belled around her thighs and fell in a floaty little sigh.
    “I’m right.”
    “Shut up.”
    “I’ll take it.” Jinx stood up and hugged her. “We’re going to have fun tonight.”
    Chloe hugged her back. “Yes, we are.”
    By the time they got back down to the main level where the House of Blues was, music was pumping out of the mouth of the entrance. They showed their laminated passes and were handed off to the next checkpoint.
    Black walls, a black stage, and a steel support system crammed with twirling lights offered the perfect ambience. Huge screens packed each available corner to make sure no one had a bad seat. The