“Totally rad,” I heard Tabby mutter.

Elvira stared at me.

“He has a nice truck,” I told Elvira. “His house is run down. His body is run down. He scowls at old ladies in the grocery store, so clearly he’s in a perpetually bad mood, not to mention he’s rude. But his truck is nice, newish, and clean. He likes it. Now it’s messed up. He’s messed up a lot of things far more important and got away with it. He should have something of his that’s messed up. Now he does.”

“Yeah, like his face,” Tyra mumbled.

I looked at her, now that the rush of it was over, feeling kind of sick about that. “That wasn’t the plan.”

She grinned at me. “It was a good addition.”

I bit my lip.

“You done with that shit?” Elvira asked and I turned back to her.

“I think so.”

“You’re done with it,” she declared. “But if you get another wild hair up your ass and decide to roll with it, you,” she leaned into me, “call your girls.”

“All right,” I whispered.

“Shit,” she muttered, looking to the side. “Where’s my cosmo?”

“Here,” the bartender said, setting up five martini glasses and starting to fill them from a cocktail shaker. “Just so you know, these are on the guy down there.” He jerked his head down the bar but his eyes came to me. “He wanted you in particular to know he hopes your hand is okay.”

I looked down the bar at a man in a suit, no tie, dark blond hair, very nice looking, eyes on me, smiling.

“She’s Chaos!” Tabby shouted. “Don’t you see the tube top?”

The guy blinked.

I started shaking, but not from fear, from something else entirely.

Then I started giggling.

Lanie started giggling with me.

Tyra burst out with it.

Elvira muttered, “Biker bitches. Someone kill me.”

That was when Tabby burst out with it.

And I did too.

* * *

I sat on the couch in my living room, boots on, jacket off, one light lit at my side, waiting.

And fretting.

It was nearly three o’clock in the morning and the mellow of the cosmos (I’d had two, which was one too many, but they were tasty) and girl time had worn off.

Several hours ago, Elvira had driven me home in my car with Tyra trailing. She’d joined them and they’d taken off on waves and smiles.

Girl time was good.

Cosmos were yummy (I’d never had one).

But now it was hitting me what I’d done.

I’d vandalized Joker’s dad’s car and I didn’t get away with it.

He caught me. He saw me. He saw all the girls. He could pick me out of a lineup. He could probably pick all of us out of a lineup.

Then I’d hit him, causing him damage.