I am hanging out on the back porch when Enrique, Claire, Pen, Sorrento, Nate, and Sinclair. “Heyyy, Katherine… you busy?” Enrique asks.
I study the group. Claire is watching the exchange and giggling. “Umm… not really. I was just dancing. Why, what’s up?”
“Well, a few of us,” Enrique gestures toward his entourage, “were thinking about going over to the Darkroom.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Okay… so?”
“So, I was wondering if you’d like to come along.” He tilts his pocket toward me, and I see that it’s stuffed full of condoms.
I laugh and I glance over my shoulder at Santiago. “I might be convinced. Is this party invite-only?” Santiago catches my eye and comes over.
“What’s happening over here?” she asks, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“Enrique’s just invited us to a little gathering over in the Darkroom,” I answer, nodding my chin towards the pocket that he is still displaying.
“Oh, fuck yes!” Santiago exclaims.