“You could have just pretended like you were at home,” I say and eye the man next to me.
“I’m a horrible liar.”
“It’s a text. He can’t tell if you’re lying.”
He shrugs a shoulder and purses his lips. “I just hope I didn’t waste a trip to Vegas.”
“You’re fine.” I clap him on the shoulder and follow the guys into the club. We all stop short, in a line, and stare open-mouthed at the scene before us.
Meg is belting out a Britney Spears song on a karaoke machine. Brynna is lying on the bar with a wedge of lime between her perky, plump breasts and Sam is throwing back a shot of tequila, then takes the lime out of Bryn’s breasts with her teeth.
“Jesus, my woman is doing body shots with your wife,” Leo says to Caleb, his voice low and reverent. Caleb simply nods silently.
Jax and Natalie are on the dance floor, dancing to the noises coming out of Meg. Luke is watching her and laughing his ass off.
Jules and Mer are leaning back against the bar, their heads tipped back so the bartender can pour shots directly into their mouths.
Stacy is sitting on some strange man’s lap and Nic is behind the bar, serving customers, throwing bottles in the air Cocktail-style.
“Is this really happening?” Dom asks when he can catch his breath from laughing.
“Why is my wife sitting in some motherfucker’s lap?” Isaac asks. We’ve all crossed our arms over our chests, watching like it’s a train wreck that we just can’t look away from.
The air smells of sweet liquor and bad choices as the girls laugh and high-five each other. Mr. Grabby Motherfucker lays his hands on Stacy’s hips and she automatically moves them away.
“Good girl,” Isaac mutters. “I’m going to kill him.”
“This is fucking awesome,” Dom laughs. “So fucking awesome.”
“My girl can sing,” Will says with a grin.
“Dude, you’re fucking drunk,” Leo says with a smirk. “She’s horrible right now.”
“Fuck you, she’s awesome,” Will insists.
“Hey! Mr. Lovey Pants is here!” Meredith exclaims and points at Logan. “Jax! He’s here!”
“Did she just call me ‘Mr. Lovey Pants’?” Logan asks incredulously.
“Yeah, I think that’s what they call you when you’re not around,” I inform him soberly.
“Well, I do have a lot of love in my pants,” Logan says smugly.
“Dude, really?” Caleb snarls.
“He’s going to fit in just fine,” Dom laughs and doubles over when Stacy waves at Isaac.
“Baby! Hi! This is Stan.” We all walk forward to claim our girls. “All of the chairs were gone!”
“I’m not Stan,” he says and winks at Stacy.
“Who are you?” Isaac growls.
“Ted.”
“He looks like a Stan,” Stacy shrugs. “All of the chairs in the whole world were gone!”
“If you don’t take your hands off my wife,” Isaac says coldly, “I’m going to fucking kill you. My brother is a cop and I’ll get away with it. I won’t tell you again.”
Ted pales and swallows hard, then smiles at Stacy and boosts her out of his lap. “Nice to meet you, darlin’.” With that, he scurries away.
“I missed you so much!” Mer exclaims and launches herself into my arms. “It’s been days and days since I saw you.”
“I saw you about four hours ago, baby.” I laugh and kiss the top of her head, then tilt her chin up so I can kiss her soft lips.
“Did you know Mr. Lovey Pants was coming?”
“I did. It was a surprise.”
“Awww,” she says and lays her head on my shoulder, watching her friend. “Look at them.”
Logan and Jax are dancing, their foreheads pressed together as Meg and Will sing a horrible rendition of “I Got You Babe” by Sonny and Cher.
Luke lifts Nat in his arms and kisses her long and slow, making Jules gag. “Stop it!”
“No,” Luke says then goes in for more kisses.
“Christ on a crutch, Williams, your room is right upstairs!” Nate wraps his arms around her, pulling her against him, but she continues to taunt Luke until finally Nate simply shuts her up by kissing her himself.
“There’s a lot of kissing going on around here,” Brynna murmurs.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Caleb says and takes her hand in his, leading her toward the door.
“I’m getting orgasms!” Brynna calls and waves at all of us. “Can we do that sixty-nine thing you’re so good at?”
“Me too!” Jules announces. “Well, apagasms.”