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I step in before Liam goes on a murderous rampage and pull the monkey from his head—narrowly saving Liam’s ear from ending up just as sticky as those ping pong balls.
“You should go shower,” I suggest, covering my mouth so he doesn’t see me laughing at him.
“Or call an exterminator,” Liam glowers.
I watch him give the monkey a two-fingered salute. The monkey reciprocates by flipping him off.
Liam storms off to a bathroom. Still giggling, Becky trots after him. She gives me a saucy wink as she passes.
“Babe…I hope you’re not thinking about getting all hot and steamy without me!”
As for themonkey…I set the little fucker on the ground.
The little guy looks so pleased and satisfied with himself that I’m half expecting him to pull out a cigarette from his tiny vest and light it up.
“Ugh. Y’all, I need food. I’ve got an appetite the sizeof—”
“Texas,” Percy and I groan simultaneously.
Hearing Mysti mention food as she stumbles into the room with ladyboy Celine Dion makes my own stomach growl. A new wave of tequila aftertaste comes up from my stomach and I internally curse at the man who invented the stuff.
But Mysti has a point. Food is good. And it would give us a chance to also piece together everything from last night.
I grab a quick shower to wash away the stench of last night from my body, using up far more soap than required. I’m still not sure it’s enough.
I use about half a tube of toothpaste to brush that lingering tequila taste from my mouth. Still feels like that wasn’t enough either.
We gather up: me, pink-haired Percy, Mysti May, Ladyboy Celine Dion, Becky, and Liam. The monkey, we leave to his own devices. He seems to have taken a liking to Liam’s pillow—probably thinks it smells like him.
Outside the hotel, we find a street cart selling pad thai and load the fuck up.
For what feels like the hundredth time since leaving the hotel suite, Percy’s phone starts ringing again.
“Silver Fox?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes. “He’s a lot cuter when he’s quiet.”
“If you answer it and talk to him, he’ll stop calling.”
“Men! So fucking clingy. I just want food and for this headache to go away.”
She sounds annoyed, and I don’t blame her. Eggs has called me a couple more times himself, and I’ve ignored each one.
Until we’re able to piece together some idea of what the hell happened last night, I’m way too ashamed to speak to him—or admit to him that I might have fucked Lachlan Williams.
…or hear him call meSammi-pooagain.
Fuck, I hate that nickname.
Percy is hitting ignore on her phone again as we sit down to eat. Which, actually, gives me an idea.
Phone. Yes.
I pull out my phone and go straight to the picture gallery.
“Guys. Phones out. See if there are any pictures in there from last night.”
It’s a good plan. It worked last time, right?
