Destroyed (Lost in Oblivion, #3)(22)

“How did you get that pass?”

“Gave a roadie a blow job.”

“Oh my God.”

Juliet laughed and dragged her deeper into the crowd. “You’re adorable. I just dropped your name and got one.”

Horrified, she stopped in the middle of the floor. “You didn’t go to Lila.”

“Nah. I just told the scrawny dude that follows her around like a puppy.”

Margo tried to place the name, but there had been way too many people in Lila’s charge today. No way could Margo remember any of them. “Juliet.”

“Now don’t get that prissy tone with me. Not after you just rocked it out of the park with the band. Seriously. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Margo flushed. Damn English skin. Why couldn’t she have perfect skin like her sister? Margo felt like a melted candle and Juliet looked like she just walked off a photo shoot. “It was pretty amazing.”

“Yes. And now you need a drink.”

“Now, I need to get this corset off before I faint,” she growled.

“Oh.” Juliet tipped her head. “You do look a little peaked.”

“Great.”

Juliet dragged her to the VIP bathrooms and flashed her laminated pass, sailing through the doors to the huge mirrored room with five sinks and four stalls. Three were occupied.

“Take that off.”

“I don’t have anything to change into.”

Juliet whipped off her T-shirt. “Give me your little tank top.”

“I can’t wear that shirt.” Margo looked down at the baby doll-style shirt.

“Sure you can.” Juliet turned her around and lifted off the camisole.

“Seriously?” Her wide dark eyes met Juliet’s in the mirror. “Anyone could come in or—”

A blond came out of the stall with her perfect waterfall of hair and body-hugging pink dress over a size two body. She went to the sink and washed her hands. “Great corset. Wish I had the boobs to pull one off.”

“It pushes up anything you have times two.” Horrified, Margo snapped her mouth shut. What had gotten into her tonight?

The blond laughed. “I need a water bra to make anything of my tits. And your girlfriend—”

“Sister,” Juliet interjected.

“Huh. You two are totally built differently.”

Margo tipped her head back. “To my eternal struggle.”

Juliet snorted.

“Your sister is right, that shirt will never fit with her rockin’ tits.” The blond took the baby doll shirt and opened her purse. She pulled out a tiny makeup case and unearthed a pair of small scissors. She cut a notch out of the shirt and then ripped it open wider. “Now try.”

Juliet slipped Margo’s camisole on. Her red and black lace bra peeked out, but her sister wasn’t exactly flat-chested. Just not quite as endowed as Margo.

Margo quickly pulled on the T-shirt before her sister could unhook the last of her corset.

“Unleash the Kraken,” Juliet said with a flourish as she whipped off the corset.

Margo’s unencumbered breasts filled out the cotton and stretched it to the limit, but it held.

The blond and Juliet both nodded. “Now you are ready for the dance floor,” the woman said.

Juliet laughed. “You so aren’t paying for any drinks.”

Margo just stared at herself in the mirror. “I can’t go out there like that.”

“Honey, we only have these tits for so long in our twenties. It’s time to take them for a test drive.”

The T-shirt was too small. It showed off her midriff and was tight at the shoulder and of course, the chest.

Juliet undid a hair clip from her belt loop and wound Margo’s hair into a messy knot. She jammed the clip under it so her usually stick-straight hair was a mass on top of her head, making her neck look even longer and her eyes bigger.

“Okay. Now you’re ready to go kick some ass.”

Before she could say another word, Juliet was dragging her out of the bathroom. “I can’t—”

“If I hear you say ‘you can’t’ anything else tonight, I’m going to scream. You can. You are a sexual woman who has been hiding behind a violin and under an Oxford shirt for far too long. You were on stage with a rock band tonight. A band that is just about to hit number one on the charts, I’m pretty sure. The night is yours, Margo. Go out there and take it.”

She lifted her chin and let her sister drag her into the throng of people. They made it to the bar and before she could open her mouth, a martini glass was sitting in front of her.

“From the guy at the end of the bar,” the bartender said with a smile.

“What did I tell you?” Juliet punched her arm. She waved back at the guy.

Margo lifted the glass and swore under her breath as the guy came down the bar.

“Now be cool. You just need to flirt a little. If he’s a creep, you just blow him off.”

Margo’s eyes widened. “Is that what you do?”

“All the time.”

“And how long is ‘all the time’?”

Juliet rolled her eyes. “I’ve been going to clubs in Boston since I was seventeen.”

Margo choked on the strong drink. “How?”