Nick started laughing. "Sam put you up to this, didn’t he?
What are you supposed to do? Call him up and tell him I fell
for your alien story?" He strode behind the bar and into the
kitchen and opened the fridge.
"I didn’t know Sam before tonight," Kia said.
He grabbed a beer and twisted the cap off and tossed it into
the trash as he turned back around. "Okay, there for a
minute I did start to wonder. You had me going with the
disappearing lamp. How’d you do that?"
He raised the longneck to his lips. There was a light thump
on the bottom and the beer disappeared. He was left with
puckered lips but no bottle.
Okay, now that wasn’t funny. It’d been his last one. There
was an unwritten law you didn’t mess with a man's last beer.
His eyes narrowed.
Sam had really outdone himself. This was no local magician.
Nope, she was damn good—in more ways than one.
"I’m not sure when your things will return, but they will.
This is a phazer. It’s not meant to harm, only to give
someone time to get control of her emotions. On Nerak, where
I’m from, we no longer have weapons that destroy."
"So why didn’t you use it on the biker in the bar?"
Answer that one, babe!
"There were too many people around. It’s not wise that
others know I’m from another planet."
He frowned. Good answer. But he still wasn’t buying that she
was some sort of alien from another planet.
"Sorry, lady, you’ll have to give me more proof than a
little black box."
"Your penis will also fall off in the morning because we had
sex."
He grabbed his crotch, the color draining from his face.
"You’re joking, right?"
She smiled. "My sisters say I don’t have a sense of humor. I
think I have a very good one."
She sighed.
"Of course it won’t fall off. But don’t you find it strange
that you refuse to believe my weapon is from another planet
but yet you’ll accept that your penis will fall off?"
He frowned. "That’s not what I was thinking." He quickly
moved his hands away from his crotch.