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I spend much of our evening watching Violet. Watching how she laughs at jokes, gets excited over telling stories, lets loose with the liquor flowing, and how she will catch my eye every few moments. Every time her eyes land on me, I see the alcohol shift from her eyes, locking with me.
We’ve wandered to a bar that has a live band playing country cover songs. Normally, it isn’t my thing but Kate and Violet had each grabbed a hand, dragging me onto the floor. We dance through song after song, singing as loud as we can to songs we don’t even realize we know every word to. Kate tries to get the guys to join us, which lasts for precisely one song before they escaped back to the table, drinking beers and watching us dance.
I feel my hips beginning to ache but numb it with another tequila shot. None of us show any signs of slowing down. Kate finally gets Austin to join her for a few songs, leaving Grace, Violet, and I in our little group. Guys come and go, trying to slip in or steal one of us away, but none succeed.
We've been dancing so long at the bar that none of us notice that everyone else has disappeared.
“Where’d they go?” I yell, hoping they can hear me.
“Probably having sex somewhere!” Violet yells back.
“I meant all of them! Doubt Grant and Harry joined in for a foursome.” I can’t help but laugh at my own joke with Violet and Grace.
“I don’t know…” Grace jokes. “But really, though, I bet Harry and Grant are off licking their wounds.” Grace shrugs, like it is no big deal.
Despite being around them all weekend, I still don’t know much about Grace and Harry. I know they looked over the moon in love when we all got here. But thinking back, I can’t remember a moment where they were voluntarily with each other, much less showing any affection.
I give Violet a side glance but her only response is a simple shrug, like it is nothing. So I shrug too. Partly because it isn’t really my business. But also, I don’t really give a damn. Might be horrible of me, but I have better things on my mind. Much, much better things, involving watching Violet lick the salt off the rim of the margarita she just polished off.
Damn, I love that tongue of hers.
“I need another drink!” Violet yells, changing the direction of our conversation.
“Me too!” I start to lead us to the bar but Violet pulls back.
“I wanna go somewhere else.”
We all make our way, arm in arm, as much as we could, through the loud casino until we find a pizza place and Grace wastes no time getting in line.
Three massive slices of pepperoni pizza, three tequila shots, and three bottled beers in our hands, we drunkenly shuffle over to a table near another live band. This one is playing 80s music covers.
The lead singer is in the middle of “Sunglasses at Night” and there is a small group of people lazily dancing.
“Oh, shit! There they are,” Grace mutters through the huge bite she’s just taken.
Violet and I look to where she is pointing, and sure enough, Harry and Grant are walking toward us. With a rather disheveled looking Austin and Kate right behind them.
“Where’d you guys go?” Violet teases Kate, who pushes herself onto the stool with Violet. Neither of them are doing a good job of staying on the seat but that doesn’t stop them.
“Nowhere,” Kate lies, wagging her eyebrows at us.
“Sure,” I joke. “But really. Looks like you guys had fun.”
Kate leans forward, pushing her arms across the table. “Oh, my god, so much fun!”
“Where at?” Violet and Grace ask simultaneously.
“There’s this random little nook upstairs that looks down on the casino.”
“You had sex out in the open of the casino?” Grace can’t hold back her surprise.
“I mean, there was enough privacy,” Kate slurs and shrugs.
“What made you guys do that?” Violet asks and I can sense more running through her mind. Is she wanting to find this place? Does she want us to have sex up there? We’ve been adventurous so far, so it only tracks.
At least, I hope that is why she is asking because right about now, I am ready to drag her to that spot.
“Yes! You two should totally go there!” Kate is beating the palms of her hands on the table in front of each of us. “It’s so good.” She drags out her words, letting them reflect her satisfaction.
