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“Any idea where my cousin is?” Logan asked Red, who was behind the bar pouring some sort of blue drink.
“Sam’s around,” Red said. “Probably just in the back sampling Perry’s latest creation. He made some sort of cake on a stick thing today.”
“Cake pops?” I asked. “If Perry made cake pops, I think I can truly die happy tonight. Strawberry? Chocolate?”
“Wait a minute,” Theo said, grinning at me. “I didn’t know you were a secret cake pop fanatic.”
“Secret?” I said. “Nothing secret about it. I have inhaled five cake pops in a row before, and I could have had more. I could eat them every day of my life. Whoever decided that cake should be mashed onto a stick was a genius, and I’m not afraid to admit it.”
Everyone was laughing, and it made me grin like an idiot, too.
As if on cue, Sam appeared a moment later, pushing through the swinging kitchen door holding a tray of cake pops in his hands.
“Time for the moment of truth!” Brody hollered.
“Well, hello to you guys, too,” Sam said, batting his eyelashes before setting down the tray behind the bar, revealing what his tank top said tonight.
All four of us were silent for a moment as we stared at him in disbelief.
“Wait,” Brody said. “What?”
“Sam!” Logan protested.
“Well, that isn’t what I was expecting,” Theo said.
Sam blinked in confusion as we all stared at his shirt, which was just a simple grey tank top that said San Francisco on it, with a tame little black and white picture of the Golden Gate Bridge on it.
“What the hell kind of tank top is that?” Brody said, laughing.
“We all lost the bet!” Logan said.
“May I ask what in the fresh hell all of you are talking about?” Sam said, furrowing his brow. “What’s wrong with my tank top? It’s a nice one! I got it on my road trip to San Francisco!”
“Yeah, but at least it could have said something like I love hot daddies from San Francisco, or something,” Logan said.
“Or Got wet in San Francisco, with, say, an illustration of a penis swimming underneath the Golden Gate Bridge,” Brody offered.
“I mean, I’ll be honest,” Theo said, “I thought it was going to say something like Ready to get dick blasted in my tight little hole, based on what these guys were saying you usually wear.”
I couldn’t keep my laughter back any longer. Sam was acting offended, but really he had a huge smile on his face as he shook his head.
“You guys suck,” Sam said. “Just because I usually wear shirts that are a little… suggestive, doesn’t mean that I can’t wear a nice, cute San Francisco shirt to commemorate my trip there.”
“It was a good road trip,” Logan said.
Sam shrugged. “I fell in love with the love of my life on that trip, so it definitely was a win for me.”
“You know we love all of your shirts, Sam,” I told him. “But since none of us won the bet, I’ll just order a round of drinks for everybody. More margaritas?”
“Hell yes,” Brody said. “Make mine with that incredible syrup Perry made last time. Elderflower?”
“Oh, God, that is so good in the margaritas,” Sam said.
“Sounds good to me, too,” Theo said.
“One round of four elderflower-lime margaritas for everybody?” Sam asked.
“Make mine virgin, I’m driving tonight,” Logan said, “but yes.”
“One virgin and three non,” Sam said. “That reminds me of a night I had once back when I was nineteen…”
As Sam went off to prepare our drinks, the four of us went to find an open booth. As we passed by the little dance floor, Theo stopped briefly.
“Hey!” he said.
“Theo!” Jack Damien, his contractor, was here again, dancing to Aerosmith.
“I’m glad to see you’re blowing off some steam after this week,” Theo told him. “I know it’s been a ton of hard work.”
The contractors had been at Theo’s house for long hours all week, finishing up the last touches in the kitchen renovation and getting started on the backyard.
“I needed to have some fun tonight,” Jack said. “You guys should join me out here on the dance floor.”
“Maybe after a couple more drinks,” I said. “Might be dangerous, though. I’m going to want to grind up on my boyfriend.”
I leaned in and caught Theo in a kiss.
“Ooh la la,” Jack said, his eyes going wide. “Congratulations are in order, I guess?”
Theo was smiling and blushing, just a little. “We finally admitted we wanted each other, yes,” he said.
“Seems like it was a long time coming, if you ask me,” Jack said, winking at us. “I’m happy for you two. Jealous, but happy.”
“Well, I’ll try to drag Roman out to dance in a little while,” Theo said. “And we will try to save the grinding for home.”
We headed off to our booth and soon, Sam brought out a round of the biggest margaritas I’d ever seen. They were dangerously good, and soon all of us were nice and drunk, laughing and trading stories, in full-blown party mode. When Theo finally grabbed my hand to drag me out onto the dance floor, I was plenty ready for it. More people had started to dance, and Theo and I were able to get lost in the crowd, a little, as we danced.
