“I think we caught Functional Alcoholics before Vixen, right?” I vaguely remembered that.
She nodded. “I remember everything before that. When we gottacos and bought hats. It’s just after we took the pills, and did some shots, that everything became hazy.”
“As they should.” Hale plopped down in a chair.
Fiona climbed on the couch and put her head in Saoirse’s lap. Carlos sat on Hale.
I played the video. Vixen saw me and was speaking to the crowd in French. She got them to chant my name so I’d come up.
Some security guards helped me onto the stage. Saoirse scrambled up with me.
She put her hand over her face. “You introduced me asyour sky. Though I guess that’s better than my name.”
We watched as I got Vixen to play something… and Saoirse started to sing that song in Irish. Helping Vixen with the beats, I began rapping in Spanish.
And Vixen added in vocals towards the end.
The crowds went wild.
“That was amazing,” Fiona breathed.
“Yes, and according to Kace it’s gone super-viral. You know what Vixen’s fans are like. My label saw it and wants me to do it for my next album. My agent and Kace have been texting me about that,” I replied.
Saoirse nodded. “I’ll do it.”
“You will?” I know she said she’d consider it. But her saying she would made me happy, though I’d defend her if she didn’t want it. “They also want a version with Vixen,” I added.
She thought for a moment. “Her voice is lovely.”
Her body felt so right in my lap. It wasn’t just the bond, either.
Hopefully, this next video wouldn’t freak her out. My team had questions about it. So far my moms hadn’t seen it.
The video started with Vixen, Saoirse, and I all joking around in French. She asked when the wedding was. Then all of the sudden, Vixen was like,Why not now? I’m licensed to perform weddings in this country.
In the way only Vixen could, she crowd-sourced everything. A moment later, Saoirse was onstage in a gold bodycon dress and heels, with a veil covered in blinking penises. Someone had even given up their ring for her.
He’s cheating on me anyway,the person had said.
The Functional Alcoholics came on stage and played a wedding song, as Vixen married the two of us onstage.
And we kissed.
“And this would be why my father’s having chickens,” Saoirse breathed.
“My team is basically just like,Is this a stunt or real? No worries either way.But yeah, I could see how your father might be concerned. I told my team that it was a stunt. Not trying to diminish anything, but the public doesn’t need to know our business,” I explained.
Her family had seen it?
“Oh, thank goodness. No. They don’t need to know. Is… is it real?” Anxiousness came through the bond.
“If there’s no marriage license, no. It’s partially why my team is so chill. This feels sort of on brand for me. Of course if it’s real, it’s still on brand. And we don’t have to say anything to anyone about it. Though Ava, Beefy Pot Roast, has seen it and is a little pissed she wasn’t there.” I laughed.
Carlos laughed. “Me, too. I mean I missed your wedding.”
“Right? Re-do! Re-do!” Fiona chanted.
“Huh. That’s where the dress came from? But why did I wake up wearing it?” Hale asked.
