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I roll my eyes, not giving a damn anymore. “Fuck it. My new motto.”
Lifting the drink back, I down it in one go. The alcohol courses through my bloodstream and warms me from the inside out. I instantly pour myself another and do it all over again.
I'm going to forget Easton tonight, even if it means forgetting my own name.
EVERYTHING IS HAZY, BUTin the best way possible. My body moves to the beat of the music as men stand around watching. Amelia has been watching me like a hawk, but she needs to lighten up. For the first time in days, I'm actually having fun. She should be happy for me!
“Maybe you should take those moves up on the bar, pretty thing,” a guy suggests.
I purse my lips and look over the bar. I'm wearing a tight pair of jeans. It's not like they'd be able to see up my skirt or anything. And besides, imagine the tips I'd get for it. Tye has always joked around about doing it, but she's never actually had the balls.
Walking out from behind the bar, I grab the pole and use one of the regulars to help me up. The DJ, a thirty-year-old named Tim, turns the music up even louder. As I start to sway my hips with more effort, the bachelor party starts to watch and cheer.
“Kennedy!” Amelia shouts. “Get down from there. You're going to get fired.”
I throw my hands in the air. “Then I get fired. Live a little, Mom!”
She tries to grab my hand, but I yank it away. My lack of balance makes me stumble a little and I kick over a few cups of beer. I look down and giggle at the mess I made.
“Oopsie.”
The guys sitting there don't seem to care, though—too busy staring up at me like they're getting their own personal show. And honestly, I don't even mind it. I'm finally letting loose, and I feel fucking great about it.
“For fuck’s sake,” Amelia groans and heads toward the back room.
She's probably going to tell Paul. Make excuses for me and plead temporary insanity. But me? I'm going to enjoy this for as long as I can.
IT'S A HALF-HOURlater when it all goes to shit. I'm dancing with one of the guys from the bachelor party. His hands are on my hips and his mouth is by my ear, whispering about how sexy I am and the things he'd like to do to me. It's not something I'd ever let happen. I'm just not that kind of girl. But it's still nice to hear.
“We should get out of here,” he tells me.
I chuckle and let my head fall back against his shoulder. “I'm supposed to be working. And if I try to leave with you, my friend behind the bar might cut us both.”
Amelia hasn't taken her eyes off me, even while tending the whole bar by herself. She watches me, forehead creased with worry, and makes sure I don't do anything worse than get wasted while at work.
He moves one hand from my hips to my bare stomach, exposed by my crop top. “Then at least let me do a body shot off you. It's like you were made for them, I swear.”
I think it over for a second and then shrug. “Sure, why not? “
The guy, whose name I don't care enough to ask for, grins triumphantly and does a quiet cheer. He leads me over to the table and swipes the drinks right off it. Glasses crash to the floor and leave a mess all over the place. Then he helps me up and then lays me down across the wood.
“I need booze!” he announces. “And salt and a lime!”
He looks around for his friends, but when he realizes no one is really paying attention, he throws the whole idea away.
“Fuck it. Who needs the alcohol anyway?”
Bending down, he licks a strip across my neck, then nibbles on my belly button, but right before his mouth can reach my own, he's yanked back by his shirt. It's all a giant blur as Easton rears back and punches the guy right in the mouth.
“Easton!” Amelia and I scream at once.
Bachelor dude is pissed as he recovers from the sudden assault. His friends help him back up and he immediately rushes toward my ex.
Shit!
It's clear Easton isn't about to back down as he stands firmly in place. I watch as his fist clenches and I throw myself between the two of them. The last thing I need is for Paul to come out here because of a bar fight. As much as I didn't care about getting fired while I was drunk and enjoying myself, it would really suck when it came time to pay bills.
“Both of you, stop!”
