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The song makes me think of the movie I first heard it in and a giggle escapes me as I recall watching it with Sparrow in theaters for the first time. I remember her telling me about the Christian Grey inspired night she and Jack had when we talked on the phone the following afternoon.
I’m on my second drink and watching Lyric’s performance when a deep voice behind me elicits goosebumps to pebble every inch of my skin. As soon as I turn my eyes back to the group, electric blue eyes pierce my soul as our gazes lock across the expanse of the table.
He winks, evoking the most wicked thoughts from my mind. I grin saucily at him, turning back to the stage.
Razor has been my observation buddy over the last half hour as we’ve watched different girls perform, tossing money left and right. Up until a moment ago, he hadn’t left his seat once. But now his seat is vacant and up for grabs.
I take a deep breath as a large body plops down into the cushioned armchair. A smirk pulls at my lips before taking another sip of my gingery drink. The man next to me props his ankle up on his knee and leans back, resting his whiskey tumbler against his bent knee.
“Princess,” Ringer rasps over the seductive music.
“Ringer,” I greet.
“Thought you didn’t come on Wednesdays?”
“Disappointed in seeing me?” I face him just slightly. I can still see Lyric moving across the stage out of the corner of my eye as I try to keep my cool.
“Nah. Just surprised is all.”
“Hmm.” I mumble, taking another drink.
“You alright?” he asks, dropping his boot to the ground and leaning forward to his elbows on his knees.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“You just seem a little off.”
I lean over to the table and set my empty glass down before turning to face him. “You’ve been here for all of five seconds. How do I seem a little off to you?”
“Lilah, I can see you from a mile away and know when something’s off,” he says with a smirk.
I roll my eyes and push up to my feet. “I need another drink.”
Ringer’s eyes slowly sweep from the top of my shoes before landing on my eyes. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, he rises out of his chair. Assuming he stood up to follow me to the bar, I head in Ryan’s direction.
I take the only empty stool and feel Ringer’s warm fingers land on my bare shoulders. He lightly squeezes before leaning over me to gain Ryan’s attention.
Ryan stops in front of us and smirks at me. I flick him off in response and roll my eyes. “Moscow Mule please.”
“You sure?” he asks with a laugh.
“Fuck off, Ryan. I told you I’m here to get drunk, not to be babysat.”
“Just making sure, boo.”
Ryan slides a fresh beer across the bar to Ringer before starting on my drink. The guy to my left gets up and Ringer slides on, trapping me between his legs.
“Talk to me, Princess.”
“About?” I ask, licking a drop of liquid off the side of my cup.
“Don’t play stupid, Lilah. You’re smarter than that. I can tell something’s up.”
“If I’m being honest, I really don’t want to talk about it. I want to get shit faced andnotthink about it. I’m fine, I promise.”
Ringer studies me for a moment before sitting up. “You got a ride home?”
I turn to face him, hopping off my stool and tap his shoulder. “Looks like you’re it, buddy.”
