“Well, he’s got good taste,” John Arthur said. “Probably needed all the loud music he could get, trying to deal with raising that sister of yours.”
“Who, Fred?” Josephine said. “No, she’s the good one. I’m the troublemaker of the family.”
“That’s a scary thought,” he said with a chuckle. “I hope you’re not quite as prone to property damage as she is.”
“Oh my god, it was one fire,” Frederica said. “And it was an accident. Kind of.”
“Relax,” he said. “I’m just taking the piss.”
“Wait, what happened?” Josephine asked.
“I set a guy on fire. Slightly.”
“It was very impressive,” John Arthur said.
“But he deserved it for being such a creep,” she said.
“That is also true,” he said.
“Huh,” Josephine said. “I usually just throw a drink or a punch. I’m going to have to step up my game, I think.”
“It’s not a competition,” Frederica said.
“You’re only saying that because you know I can beat you.”
“Of course I am,” Frederica said. “I don’t want you to get us banned from this nice man’s club. Nila would never forgive me.”
Josephine winked and said, “I think she’d get over it.”
John Arthur laughed.
“Do me a favor and don’t test that theory,” he said. “Anyways, I should be doing my rounds. Have yourselves a wonderful evening.”
He nodded to the girls and strolled off across the room.
“God, I could listen to him talk all night,” Nila said, watching John Arthur walk away.
“Okay, now you’re making me jealous,” Josephine said. “Come on, let’s dance.”
She grabbed Nila’s hand and dragged her into the crowd. They disappeared among the crush of revellers. Frederica leaned back against the bar, nursing a drink. Her phone buzzed.