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Share Us
“If the blowing each other is, sure.”
“Next,” Tris said.
“You didn’t give your answer.”
“No, I’ve never brought a girl to a motel. That’s what the back of my Jag is for. Your turn, Jules.”
“A Jag, hmm? Ooh la la.” She laughed. “Never have I ever lip synced.”
Tris rolled his eyes. “Right, because that relates to both of us. I haven’t either.” He drank and nodded to Randy. “You’re up.”
“Actually, I have.” Randy slid his hand over the top of his wine glass and waited while they stared at him expectantly. “What?”
“Did you miss the sharing part?”
“Oh, yeah. It’s nothing interesting. Just in high school theater, my drama club put on a theatrical reenactment of Sonny and Cher’s ‘I Got You Babe’ although they changed the words and music a bit so we wouldn’t get sued. They created a whole skit to go with it and, well, I ended up as Cher.”
“What?” Juliet laughed so hard Randy expected her to start rolling on the couch. “No way.”
“Yeah, way. I guess I could fake sing close enough to her that I got the part. My fault for messing around. Except the day of the first show I got laryngitis so I had to lip sync to a recording of myself singing the songs.” Though it wasn’t his turn to drink, he needed to take a slug or two. “It was as bad as it sounded.”
“Oh God, I want to see you do that. Actually, I’d pay good money to see it. Any price you asked.”
“Never.”
“Is that when you learned to play the guitar? For the show?”
“Actually, yes. I started messing around one day with the props and... Yeah.” His ears were heating up, a sure sign it was time to change subjects. “Your turn, Eves.”
Tristan shook his head and contemplated his half full wine glass. “Not sure I can follow up that one, but I’ll give it a go. Never have I ever blacked out from drinking.”
“Never have I ever,” Randy agreed. Easy ones were good.
Juliet studied her wine glass. “Truth, huh?” she asked quietly.
“Yes.” Tristan rubbed her leg. “But you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
“But we made him.” She inclined her chin toward Randy.
“That was different,” Randy said. “Yours is personal. Mine wasn’t.”
“It’s been a long while. But back when I was in Paris, and before that, yes, there were times.”
“Multiple times,” Randy said, keeping his voice even.
Being around bands as much as he’d been, he shouldn’t have been surprised. It all came part and parcel with the rock and roll lifestyle, and God knows he’d seen and heard much worse.
But Juliet rarely seemed to touch alcohol. Sure, she was drinking now, but it wasn’t to excess. They were just having a good time.
“Yes.” She held Randy’s gaze, then shifted to encompass Tristan as well. “Enough that I stopped drinking entirely for a while, because I wasn’t always with the safest people and I couldn’t be sure I’d be okay while I was out.”
“Did anything ever happen?” Tris asked sharply, holding up a hand before she could speak. “Sorry, out of line. That’s not party game conversation.”
“No, but it’s conversation I’d have with friends I trust.” She wet her lips and lowered her head. “No, nothing I remember. But that’s just it. I don’t know for sure. So I stopped partying after the last time I woke up and barely knew the person whose house I’d stayed at.” She took a quick, bolstering sip. “There was stuff I was trying to forget, but that wasn’t the way to do it. It never is.”
“You can talk to us.” Randy leaned forward and set aside his glass. “We won’t share anything you tell us with anyone else.”
“She just said she trusts us, Rand. Give her space.”
