He accepted. Great. Drew got a date. I haven't gone on an actual date since Wesley. I really miss him sometimes. Anyways, Zeph handed me his phone, and his sleepy disappointment made leaving that much harder. He was a nymph though, and so I figured eventually I'd get to tell him about my fangs, but for now I just wasn't staying the night. It looked totally normal. I punched in my number, and realized that I'd have to put Zeph on a favorites list. I only get business calls so I mostly have things go to voicemail.
As he went to much the pizza slice, I smiled. He was going to be okay. I thought back to the early part of the night, and got pissed at the idea of old man Carlito getting his grubby paws on Zeph here. I'd given up a case for Zeph. I guess I really liked him. I'd call his pops when I woke up. I'll just tell him I was compromised at a bar. He'd be pissed but what could he do about it? He'd probably accuse me of trying to get more money out of him. Rich people love talking about how poor people want their money. When he mentioned the good time we had, I smiled at him. It had been super hot, and I'd like cuddling with him too. I should tell him that.
"Thanks," I said instead. I grabbed him one last time, and with my body and mouth said what my words couldn't. I gave him one last intense kiss, deep, and full of tomorrow. I grabbed my boots and jacket and walked to the door.
"See ya round Lasagna." I winked at him, and headed out into the hallway. Putting my boots on in the elevator was fun, but I did the fine lace work in the lobby. The poor desk clerk looked at me like I needed Jesus and I flipped him off for good measure. I burst threw the doors and into the night, the walk back to get my bike a time to think. I guess this means that my case notes for Zeph have to end. This should be my last entry. Yet, I have a feeling independent of our date that this kid is the start of several more mysteries. I thought back to my anger over the name of the party at the bar. "Thirsty Thursdays." It was so fucking stupid, and yet on the other hand, it read me and Zeph to filth. Zeph and I had for sure been thirsty, and I clapped my hands for the fucks who named it. Touche assholes. Goodnight.