Emile sat stiffly beside Micah in bewilderment. The music was low, the chatter muted, but every so often, he felt the weight of stares land on them. He leaned closer, lowering his voice. "What are you doing? I thought we were here to have fun, not… not whatever that was." He gestured faintly toward the shreds of porcelain still being swept away by staff at the entrance. "Why were you acting like a madman?"
Micah popped a strawberry into his mouth, chewing slowly. "Chill out," he said, his tone relaxed. "Here, if you aren't intimidating enough, you'll be eaten alive." His lips curved faintly. He lied easily, as though tossing out an offhand remark.
Emile stared at him. What a letdown! He had dressed up eagerly, expecting to watch Micah charm and seduce, but instead, he was stuck with the lunatic version.
By now, he knew what Micah had written in that post was total bullshit. Who in their right mind would come forward to flirt with a crazy person? Lucky for his uncle. Tsk.
