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Gray immediately took a sip and moaned at the flavors. “I love you, Sebastian. I love this drink.” So it made sense for him to steal the shaker and tell the rest of the schmucks to get their own. “It’s me getting married,” was his excuse. “I’m marrying a Quinn. I need this.”
Sebastian let out a laugh and told the others he’d be happy to make them new drinks at the bar.
Yeah, shoo-shoo, hands off.
Gray sipped from his drink and waved Ryan along. He was ready for Casey and Ellis’s shenanigans now. Then he turned to Darius and patted a recently vacated spot.
“Come sit with me, Dare. I miss you. I love you and I miss you.”
Darius chuckled and brought his whiskey drink with him. It was something Ryan had made him. “We all know who’s the I-love-you slut in the bunch, don’t we, my knucklehead?”
“I’ll be whatever type of slut you want me to be, Big Daddy.” Gray leaned against Darius’s side as he draped an arm around Gray’s shoulders. Fuck, this was much better. They could’ve been sitting like this all evening!
“Just for me.” Darius pressed a kiss to Gray’s neck.
Gray shivered and turned to—
“Let’s wrap this up before our bachelors forget they have an audience,” Avery suggested. He sounded drunk, and it made Gray laugh.
“Yeah, listen up, everyone!” Ryan called. “Casey and Ellis would like Gray and Darius to share a something people don’t know about them. Gray, would you do the honors of telling us one thing many don’t know about my brother?”
Oh, Gray liked this one! He absolutely could. After taking a large swig of his drink, he put on his thinking cap.
“Darius, if you come up with something most people don’t know about Gray, you can squeeze that in before,” Avery added.
“I already have something!” Gray said. “Most people don’t know that Darius is good at drawing. Like, if he can’t explain something he wants to build at home, or he’s plain bored at work, he’ll sketch and draw. And when Jayden said he wanted to learn, I swear Darius lit up.” Gray smiled up at Darius, who looked a little uncomfortable again. “It’s one of his ways of showing what he wants when he can’t find the words, and I love that about him.”
Darius shook his head and hid his face under the guise of kissing Gray’s neck. But then he lifted his head again, cleared his throat, and spoke. “Gray can sing. And I’m not talking about when he belts out Britney or hopped up on stage with Abel in high school to do their own rendition of The Lion King. He can really sing. But he told me once that when he was in school, he was terrified that his voice would break, so he never showed off in public.”
“Oh God.” Gray groaned through a chuckle and shook his head. “I’m not that good.”
“No, you’re better.” Darius pressed a kiss to his temple. “He’s found his audience in our daughter. He sings to her every day when they take one of the dogs to walk along the fence line.”
Whoa. Gray inched away and peered up at Dare. “You know about that?”
“’Course I do. I’ve followed you a few times. Cass almost gave away my position once when she started pointing at me.”
Chuckles all around.
Gray was…drunk and overwhelmingly happy, and he had to wipe his eyes. It felt like his eyes were literally leaking amusement.
“This is some sweet shit,” Ryan commented. “Sweet shit makes me sappy. I’m rewarding you both two thousand points.”
“What the fuck?” Abel laughed.
Gray could only grin. Technically, he was winning this game, but it didn’t fucking matter anymore. He was just so goddamn ready to marry Darius.
At three in the morning, not many were left.
Some had work tomorrow. Others were just not up to partying till three am.
Gray was normally one of those guys, but man, he’d needed tonight.
“One more drink,” he bargained, seeing two of his fiancé.
“One…” Darius offered a drunken grin and grabbed the bottle of vodka.
Abel was passed out on the sofa in Darius’s office. Greg had just ushered a shit-faced Ryan out to the truck. Avery was waiting for Elise to come get him…but he wanted one more drink too.
“I gotta sober up,” he slurred. “Mary and James have the kids. I’m, I’m g’na worship Elise’s—”
“Okay.” Darius smacked the back of Avery’s head. “Still my baby sister, man.”
Gray laughed silently and watched as the drink Darius mixed Avery became stronger and stronger. He was evidently gonna make sure Avery crashed before he got his clothes off.
Poor Elise.
Left at their table was a merry band of men. Aside from Gray and Darius, they shared their middle-of-the-night cold pizza and booze with Avery, Adam, Madigan—sans booze for him—Sebastian, and Blake.
“I’m not even gonna pretend,” Adam said. He blinked drowsily and tried to look alive. “I’ll probably pass out on the couch. I’m in the doghouse anyway.”
