After a few songs, “Is that why we’re here? So you could hook me up with someone?” Dakota spoke loudly over the music.
She shrugged, even though it was an accurate assessment. “It seemed like a place you might like, and I’ve never been to a club before.” It wastechnically the truth. As the band wrapped up, Ken pushed a little more. “He doesn’t look busy. You should go talk to him.”
Dakota glared at her from across the table. “We’re just gonna leave in a day or so. What’s the point?”
“Fun!”
“No way. I’m not leaving you alone in a club.”
Kenna rolled her eyes. “It’s a gay club, remember? What exactly is gonna happen? I’ll be right here—not drinking. I won’t even watch you and make you nervous. Promise.” When he continued to hesitate, she gently kicked him in the leg. “Go!”