Debi sighed with relief as she dropped into a booth near the stage. Her back had been aching all week and she'd treated herself to a massage, facial, and pedicure at a pricey day spa (she could and did do her own nails, but it was getting hard to bend over, so why not pay someone else to paint her toenails a brilliant, glittering red?). Zach was working the overnight shift, and all her favorite TV shows were on rerun, so why not have a night out by herself before she got too big to enjoy herself?
She waved at Gaius and nodded to Harry, and ordered a virgin strawberry daiquiri. What she really wanted was a chocolate martini, but unless Tom had figured out a way to neutralize the alcohol, she'd stick with what was safe.
Not that Sirius Black in glitter, tattoos, and tight leather pants was safe. Oh no. Not at all.
Bloody hormones she thought as she forced down a vision of Zach dressed like something out of Velvet Goldmine, and ordered dinner.