idiot.”
“I’m sorry,” Naomi sobbed. “Oh, Two, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have, but I just … I just want to kiss you! I want to make love to you!”
“So you thought you’d just, what … rape me?” Two demanded.
“No! That’s … I could see that you were turned on. I could feel it!”
“That doesn’t mean I want to get hypnotized and fuck you in a public bathroom!” Two said. She was forcing herself not to shout, but wasn’t hiding the anger in her voice. She wanted to end this, now, for good.
“Don’t say that,” Naomi wept. “Don’t make it out to be so … so dirty. I just—”
There was a bang from the far end of the room as the stall door opened and the girl in the silver dress stumbled out, looking bleary-eyed.
“Can you have your stupid dyke-fight somewhere else?” she asked. “I’m trying to piss.”
Two whirled on her. “Get your bridge-and-tunnel ass the fuck out of here before you get hurt!”
“PMS much?” the girl said, giving Two an exaggerated eye roll, but she made her way out of the bathroom. Naomi gave an incredulous laugh and rubbed at her face with the back of her arm.
“I’m so drunk,” she muttered.
“Christ, Naomi,” Two said. “Why did you have to go and do that?”
“I don’t know !” Naomi said. “I wasn’t thinking. I just … Mother Ashayt went to California and … and … I’m alone. I was so happy to see you, and I started thinking about London.”
Two closed her eyes, resting a hand against her forehead for a moment. She hated this. She hated that she had done this to Naomi, and she hated that she couldn’t fix it. All she could do was tell the truth.
“What we had in London is over,” Two said. “It’s done, and I’m sorry, but it’s done for good. You’re beautiful and brilliant, and I feel so fucking bad that I hurt you the way I did, but I don’t love you. Not the way you want me to.”
“And you never, ever will,” Naomi said, her voice bitter. “I know, but thank you for making sure to say it yet again.”
“Don’t you try to lay this shit on me,” Two replied.
“I’m going home,” Naomi said. “I’m stupid and pathetic, and you’re not interested, and I don’t even want to look at Theroen. I don’t want to watch him sit there and not say anything and f—fucking judge me.”
“Nobody’s judging you. Naomi, come on …”
Two stepped forward, reaching out to put her hand on Naomi’s shoulder, but the vampire girl pulled away. “Don’t touch me.”
Two felt anger welling up inside her again. Fine , she thought. I’m not the one who tried to use her magic powers to get some cheap bathroom sex .
“I’m going back to the table,” she said. “You should come with me, sit down, and sober up. You were already drunk when we got here.”
“Fuck you,” Naomi said, and now she was crying again. “Fuck you, and fuck him too.”
Two clenched her teeth, took a deep breath, and said, “OK, Naomi. Do what you want.”
“I tried,” Naomi said, and before Two could respond to this, Naomi pushed her way out of the bathroom. Two knew she would leave by the side exit, sparing herself any questions from Theroen.
Two took a moment to compose herself and left the bathroom as well, passing a laughing gaggle of women who were headed in to relieve themselves, or do drugs, or possibly both. Two didn’t know or care. When she sat down next to Theroen, he gave her a curious look but didn’t speak.
“Not going to ask where I’ve been?” Two prompted.
“I had assumed you and Naomi were in the bathroom.”
“Yeah. She went to find some dinner and asked me to come with her. I should’ve known better, but … I dunno. I went. She tried to kiss me.”
Theroen considered this, looking at her in silence for a time lengthy enough that Two grew uncomfortable.
“If you’re reading my mind, I’ll save you the trouble. I shoved her away. Then I told her it was over, like it’s been from the minute I found