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Jake. She didn't want to miss this.
    Where had Meeka learned to move her shoulders like that? It was absolutely hypnotic; Izzy didn't know if Eyeliner Girl was a naturally crap dancer or if she was just as entranced as Izzy was, too dumbstruck to move her feet. But she recovered enough to hold on when Meeka pressed up against her, to keep up with the frantic electronic pace of the music. There was a sheen of sweat on Meeka's neck, and a breathless grin on her face. Eyeliner Girl was clearly lacking in the presence-of-mind department because she wasn't grabbing Meeka's ass even though it was right there . Then other dancers shimmied and swayed their way between Meeka and Izzy's line of view, and she had a choice between standing around looking stupid, dancing herself, or going to the bar and getting a drink.
    She'd barely started on her screwdriver when Meeka came up to the bar too, trailing Eyeliner Girl. Meeka was looking flushed and happy; Eyeliner Girl was looking—well, Izzy would rather look at Meeka any day.
    "What are you drinking?" said Eyeliner Girl.
    "Just a Coke," Meeka told the bartender, then over her shoulder to Eyeliner Girl, "I'll get it, really. And, um, this is my friend, Izzy."
    Eyeliner Girl had apparently not noticed there was anyone else at the bar, nor was she pleased to have her attention drawn to this fact.
    "Hi, there," said Izzy, with a carefully neutral wave. She wasn't sure why Meeka had brought Eyeliner Girl here. Just to let Izzy know not to wait up? Or was she still looking for Izzy's approval?
    Izzy stifled a smirk. Only if I get to watch would probably not go over well with Eyeliner Girl.
    "Hey," said Eyeliner Girl, a beat too late. "I'm Laura."
    "Nice to meet you," said Izzy. Nice, nice. Let Laura be nasty; Izzy would be nice. Meeka leaned against the bar, rattled the ice in her Coke, and looked warily between them.
    "Bloody Maria," said Laura to the bartender, and Izzy winced. Tomato juice and tequila were their own punishment. "Anyway." Laura turned back to Meeka, pointedly ignoring Izzy. "Like I was saying, you really have to see it at night, it's a completely different experience..." She sidled closer to Meeka and tried to put an arm around her. Meeka sidled away. Laura looked at her arm with a briefly puzzled frown as if something hadn't gone the way she'd expected but she wasn't quite sure what or how. Izzy wondered if this was her first Bloody Maria.
    "Mmhm," Meeka mumbled into her Coke, not very encouragingly, but Laura was apparently the sort of girl who didn't need much encouragement.
    "Great!" said Laura. She scooted over again, and so did Meeka. Izzy stayed where she was. If this went on, Meeka was going to end up plastered against her, which seemed like a fine plan to Izzy. "So let's go, I'm parked right at the corner; it'll be fantastic."
    "I really don't think that's a great idea." Meeka backed up a little more so that she really did bump into Izzy, and she looked over her shoulder like she was startled, but the message she was telegraphing with her face was something different: Get rid of her, damn it.
    Izzy grinned and put an arm around Meeka's waist; instead of pulling away, Meeka snuggled up closer. Meeka's butt settled against her belly, her back pressed up against Izzy's breasts, and the end of one of her braids tickled Izzy's collarbone. It was enough to make Izzy's mind go blank for a moment, and to forget exactly why they were entangled this way, and where they were, and quite possibly her own name. The look on Laura's face suggested that she was feeling equally gobsmacked, but she still didn't go away. Clearly, stronger measures were required.
    "Hey, Laura," said Izzy, "how many goths does it take to change a light bulb?"
    Laura's face seemed to remember how to have expressions and rearranged itself in a sneer. "I don't remember talking to—"
    "Two. One to not change the light bulb because 'I like the dark'," Izzy said in a spooky vampire voice, "and the other one