GB96 - Carla's Way Part 4

Waiting for an opportunity is an option. So is asking Lily to distract Jessica for you.

You choose a third option and walk boldly into the room. Jessica notices you and looks uncomfortable as you approach.

“Can I talk to you?” you ask Destiny, who looks startled.

As you predicted, Jessica leaves quickly without a word. For all she knows, you’re here to kick her ass or start drama. You’re the last person she wants to be around.

But Destiny doesn’t know about any of that. She’s relatively new in town.

“Hi,” she says, looking curious. “Do I know you?”

“My name’s Carla. I need your help.”

Seeing that Jessica is gone, Stef joins you.

“Hi,” Destiny greets her.

“I’m Stef,” Stef says, slipping her arm around your waist. “We need your help.”

“Carla just mentioned that.” Destiny looks intrigued. She shifts her weight to one hip and takes a drink from her cup. “What can I do?”

“Your dad is Greg Harris, right?” you ask her.

“Yeah,” she replies, a bit warily. This is probably a socially dicey subject for her. Some people are likely to think it’s cool, and other people will not like it.

“So how do we get into his gang?” Stef asks.

Destiny chokes on her drink. “I’m sorry?”

“We’re serious,” you tell her.

“Usually when chicks want to bang some bikers, they just go to the bar and pour whiskey on their tits. They don’t usually come to me,” she says, amused.

“No, you’ve got it backwards. We want to be the bikers. And then chicks pour whiskey on their tits for us,” you say, pointing at yourself, then at Stef.

Destiny looks baffled. “Why?” she asks with a laugh.

“We want to bang those chicks, man,” Stef tells her.

Destiny laughs louder. “Oh my gosh. Are you guys serious?”

“Don’t be a prude,” you say.

“I’m not!” She lets out another shriek of laughter, almost spilling her drink. “I’m not. I’m not. You just don’t hear someone say that.”

You and Stef exchange a look.

“We’ll say it,” you say.

“I see that,” Destiny replies, blushing a little.

“Why would I hide wanting to fuck those biker fangirls?” Stef asks.

“OK, OK.” Destiny snorts and takes a gulp of her drink. “Look, I’m sorry. You probably noticed, but there’s no girls in the club. I don’t think it’s a rule, but I don’t see it. And I don’t think you want to be there. Especially if you’re only into girls.”

“Nobody said anything about only,” Carla replies. “Mainly. Go with mainly.”

“Yeah, well…” Destiny makes a face. “I don’t think it would work, guys. Good idea, though.”

“Come on! How do we get with the biker chicks?” Stef whines.

“Guys, you’re in a house full of girls. At least half of them are gay. It’s CCL.” Destiny shrugs. “Why aren’t you trying to get with them?”

You and Stef exchange another look.

“About that,” you say.