Page 23 of Summer Sweethearts
“Another round of shots, Bre!” Waylon hollers as the server passes our table. She rolls her eyes with a smile on her face and heads toward the bar to get our shots. It’s one AM, and soon they’ll be calling last call, forcing us to go home. We’re all at some level of intoxication, which was the goal for tonight.
We ate our pizzas and had a few rounds, but then Aiden ordered Irish Car Bombs for us all and took every one of us on a spin around the dance floor. I’ve never laughed so hard in my life as when he was spinning and dipping Waylon out there. It’s been a good night, and I’m glad I got to be here, instead of living in the city, away from all this.
Bre arrives back at the table, setting a shot glass of Patrón in front of each of us. We shoot them back with ‘congrats, assholes’ and slam them back on the table. Bre rolls her eyes, collecting our glasses. “It’s last call, fellas. Any last orders before I close out the tab?”
“I think we’re good, Bre, thank you. Just run my card, and we’ll be out of your hair,” Walker slurs as he hands her a black card. She takes his card and scurries away.
“Good news, babe. Cara is on the way to come get us,” Waylon whispers loudly in Walker’s ear, a husky tone lacing his words.
“Dammit, Waylon. I told you we’d get a cab. She’s pregnant and doesn’t need to be up driving us around,” Walker growls, grabbing Waylon by the throat and scolding him.
Waylon chuckles. “I didn’t ask her for a ride. I sent her a dick pic in the bathroom and told her I was–umm–couldn’t wait to play with both of you when we got home. She called me and told me I better not dare get a taxi. That she’d be here in fifteen, and we better be ready to give her orgasms, lots of orgasms.”
“God damn, she’s insatiable since we knocked her up,” Walker chuckles.
“For fuck’s sake, you two, that’s my sister. Take your horny asses home and never mention my sister and orgasms in the same sentence around me again,” Cain barks. I lean back in my chair, throwing my head back in boisterous laughter. “Mike, how are you gonna get home? Want to have my mom drop you off when she gets us?” Cain asks. I chuckle at the fact they called his mom to come to get them, but it’s better than drunk driving.
“No. Thanks, though. I’ll figure something out or I’ll walk, no big deal,” I tell them instantly, thinking that I know a certain someone I shouldn’t text, but my mind has already been made up. I don’t want to make anyone mad, though, so drunk me comes up with the perfect plan. “Cain!” I yell at him, even though he’s still sitting at the table with me.
He looks at me, his eyes barely open. “Can I have Jessica’s number? I want to text her and Lor, and I don’t have hers, only Lor’s. Well, as long as she didn’t change it, that is.”
“Sure thing, buddy. Gonna get yourself a Cara situation, but with two ladies?” he teases as he attempts to wink at me, but it’s more of a repetitive blink.
I roll my eyes at him. After getting her number, I get up, heading outside. Leaning my back against the building, I wake up my phone and start a group text.
Me:
Hey its mey. You awske?
Etta:
Who’s me and I wasn’t until someone woke me up
Jess:
Who is this and what do you want?
Me:
Its Michaaaaaaael
Etta:
Aren’t you supposed to be with Cain and Aiden?
Me:
I am The bar is cl0ssingsa and I nerd a ridw.
Etta:
So have one of them take your drunk ass home. We aren’t a taxi service.
Me:
Theya drunk 2 and getting rifes from either Mollaa or Car6 who wants orgasmzz as paymwnt.
(They’re drunk two and getting rides from either Molly or Cara who wants orgasms as payment)
