Page 117 of Drawn Together
I saw that Sebastian was giving them instructions, indicating points along the street that I supposed they were meant to watch. The seriousness of his tone made me nervous. I didn’t want to be scared, but it was sometimes impossible, considering recent events, on top of what I’d learned about my father.
“Let’s go up,” Liam said, tugging at me.
“Hold on,” I said, waiting for Sebastian.
I could tell by the look in his eyes that something wasn’t right. I had no idea what it was, but I felt a shiver run down my spine.
Without even realizing it, as soon as he reached us, I moved to stand right beside him. I felt safe with him next to me. Liam frowned as we walked to the elevator that would take us to the rooftop bar.
“What’s wrong?” I asked Sebastian.
“This place has too many entrances.”
I could tell he was in a bad mood, and I imagined he didn’t enjoy seeing Liam so close to me either. I didn’t say anything, and when the elevator doors opened, I went directly to join the other girls, who were serving themselves from the bottles of tequila and vodka that had already been placed at our table along with a bucket of ice, orange juice, and raspberries.
I preferred tequila, at least when I intended to get nice and drunk.
Tami was seated on one of the sofas with a glass that looked like it contained only orange juice.
“Tell me there’s at least a splash of tequila in there,” I said, leaning over to sniff her drink.
“Don’t be a pest,” she said, moving her glass away before lifting it to her lips. I followed the direction of her gaze and saw that her eyes were fixed on Liam, who was flirting with a large-breasted woman at the bar.
“Come on, let’s dance,” I said, dragging her to the center of the dance floor.
Aside from Tami taking ballet with me at school as an extracurricular activity, she also did fencing and field hockey. She was a total athlete, so she knew how to move her body. The two of us had always been the ones to create the choreography for our class Christmas pageant, putting lots of hard work and energy into it.
It had been ages since we went dancing together because Tami didn’t like to go out. We were polar opposites—she was a platinum blonde, and I was a brunette; she was short, I was tall, and so on and so forth. I still wondered how I’d been able to convince her, but I was happy to have her there with me.
It didn’t take long before all eyes were on us. Tami and I were great dancers and knew how to have fun together; it was inevitable for guys to try to butt in.
I tugged on her waist to save her from a guy who was droolingover her as she stared down another one who was coming up behind me. We laughed, and I dragged her over to the bar. I needed another drink, immediately.
“Two tequila shots, please,” I said to the bartender. Tami shook her head. “Don’t be boring!” I insisted, and I thanked him for bringing salt and lime.
“You know how I get when I drink alcohol,” she said, looking repulsed by the shot I’d shoved in her face.
“I love drunk Tami; she lets herself get lost in the moment.” I raised my glass in the air. “To getting out of your head and letting loose for once,” I said as we clinked glasses and downed the shots. We laughed and quickly stuck the limes into our mouths.
Tami’s eyes then wandered to some point behind me, and her face fell. “You’ll never guess who just walked through the door.”
I turned to see who she was referring to, and there was Regan, flanked by his buddies.
“Shit,” I said, turning back around when our eyes met across the room.
“He’s coming over,” Tami said with a frown.
And sure enough, two minutes later, I felt a hand on my waist. “Hey, baby,” he said, spinning me around.
“Don’t call me that,” I said, removing his hands from my body and turning around to order another drink. “Do you want one, too, Tami?”
Tami nodded without taking her eyes off my ex.
“Hey, come on, Marfil. When are you going to forgive me?”
I arched my eyebrows in response.
“You know I would’ve never made any bet that had to do with you, baby. You can’t believe all the rumors.”
