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Grim had been there to see her and her aunt out to Maeve, who was being driven by another Chaos Monsters MC member. She was nervous, but as they got to the Chaos Bar, which was owned and run by the club, her nerves had started to pick up.

It was Friday night, and it was cold out with not much else to do, so the only real entertainment was whatever they made themselves.

The moment the car parked, the doors were open, and out they swarmed. Betty quickly joined everyone. Her aunt was enjoying the conversation, but Betty didn’t know what they were talking about.

The bar was busy, and the music was loud, everyone made a beeline for the bar, where Maeve ordered them some drinks. She wasn’t quite sure if Maeve knew to order her a soda or not. She wasn’t much of a drinker.

“Are you all right, honey?” Martha asked.

“Yeah, yeah, everything is fine.”

Nancy, Doc’s ex-wife, Charlotte’s mother, and Maeve’s friend, joined them. There were several women, including Eden, who Betty did know.

“It’s so good to see you,” Eden said.

“I actually wanted to talk to you about updating my website, and I want to thank you for keeping an eye on it for me.”

“No worries. I thought you were out of town, otherwise I would have alerted Razor sooner.”

“It’s all fine.”

Her disappearance was easily explained, especially with her line of work and the potential for publishing a book.

“I’d like to settle up the bill with you, and then we can talk about giving the website a makeover?”

“Call me next week, or tomorrow. Right now, we have to enjoy ourselves.”

Betty was handed a drink in a shot glass. She saw her aunt drink it, so she did the same, only it wasn’t a soda, and it was strong. She coughed and put her glass back on the counter. She was offered a second one, but she declined.

Everyone was talking, and it was like so many other times when she didn’t quite fit in. When a song came on, the girls disappeared onto the dance floor, and she watched her aunt go toward the floor but then stop and turn to her.

“Go, go, it’s fine.” She urged her aunt to get on the dance floor.

With no risk of alcohol, she ordered an orange soda, and the barman gave her a strange look but handed her a can of soda. She thanked him and turned back to watch the dance floor. The girls were having a lot of fun. One song went into another.

“You know, this is not supposed to be about you watching from the sidelines,” Grim said.

She turned to see him leaning against the bar, and she hadn’t even seen him come in.

“Grim,” she said, a little startled.

“Betty.”

She held up her can of soda. “I was just having a drink.”

“And choosing not to partake?” he asked.

“It’s nothing personal. I just ... I don’t know why, I’m not much of a dancer.”

“You don’t dance?” he asked.

“No, I don’t.”

He took the can from her hand and placed it on the bar. Next, he grabbed her hand, and before she could reject, he had her on the floor and pulled her into his arms.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“You and I are going to dance.”