I also promised Derek strippers—just not male ones.
“Oh don’t be such a sour bear,” I tease, handing my friend a “Lucky One”, the money that the club provides.
“I need a drink. Want one, blondie?”
“Nah I’m—”
Georgia cuts me off, her arms in the air as she dances with one of the strippers. “HELL YEAH!”
Blondie?
That’s what he calls me!
Scrunching my face, I watch as Derek nods, walking away to get more drinks for him and Georgia, stunned at the pure fact that he’d just ignored me.
My gaze flickers back to the stage and my eyes nearly fall out of my head as I watch Sienna prance onto it.
“What the fuck?!” I shout, standing as hands push me back into my seat. Looking up, I make a horrified face at the smiling blonde.
“Unhand me!”
“No!” Georgia shakes her head at me and Ryan has the nerve to laugh.
“My girl would never—Shit,” he curses seeing as his girl definitely would.
We all watch—except for Georgia—as all of our girlfriends are led onto the Lovely Larry stage, each of them accompanied by a man in nerdy clothes.
“This is my worst nightmare…” Blake mumbles as Cleo squeals when one of the strippers picks her up.
“Who’s bright idea was this?!” I ask, watching in horror as Sienna laughs on the stage.
“Hers!” Georgia giggles, sipping on her drink as she points at my girlfriend.
In less than five minutes, a few things happen. The stripper instructs Sienna to rip off his shirt, my legs move on their own accord, and we end up on the curb of Lovely Larry’s—banned for life.
“You couldn’t have waited?! I wanted to see the rest!” Georgia groans, stomping her feet like a toddler as the girls agree.
I cut Sienna a sharp look. “What’re you agreeing for?! Hegropedyou!”
Sienna looks down at her feet. “He asked before he did it.”
“And you said yes?!”
Cleo steps forward. “In her defense, she nodded andthenshook her head.”
“Not helping.” I sigh, grabbing a hold of my loose cannon of a girlfriend's hand. I need to keep her right beside me. One minute she’s dancing, then the next a Lovely Larry stripper is grinding on her.
Sienna pouts as I pull her close, her golden dress shining under the Vegas dome as we walk.
“We can’t call it a night! We didn’t even party or kiss! How can we call it a night when we haven’t kissed?” she asks, puckering her lips at me.
Sighing, I lean down and peck her.
“She’s right—we need shots!” Derek cheers, already past his limit of one beer as he and Georgia stumble together.
“WOO HOO! SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!” Georgia cheers, dancing against Derek as he body rolls.
What the fuck is up with them?
