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She held up her hands in surrender. “Don’t blame me. So … will you sing with me?”
“Fuck. You’re persistent.”
“It’s been said.”
He let out a long, suffering sigh. “Fine.”
Vivi squealed and bounced again in her seat. “And because you’re being so kind and generous, I’ll let you pick the song.”
“Deal.”
“Oh. You said that way too fast.”
He winked at her, and Vivi wondered what he had in mind.
They parked at the bar, which had the horrible moniker of the Poke and Tickle, and she hopped out of the truck cab. Loud music seeped outside, a country song she recognized from a few years ago. Once the bikes parked, they moved inside as a group. Once the door opened, the music was almost deafening. The current song was being belted out by a man wearing cowboy boots and a large Stetson. Once it ended, people cheered and clapped, and Vivi joined in. It was always polite to support the people brave enough to sing in front of a live studio audience.
“Thank you, Andy! Next up is Emily.”
A beautiful African American woman manned the karaoke machine, and once she brought up Emily’s song, she turned toward the group and smiled. Ghost smiled back and bounded up the steps to the stage to grab her for a deep kiss. Thorn whistled until Chase smacked his stomach with the back of her hand. Brim led them over to a couple of tables and they all sat. She, Lincoln, Ghost, and Bolt at one, and the rest at the other. A server came over immediately to get their order.
Vivi grabbed the karaoke book on the table to look over the songs available, but Lincoln leaned over and plucked it from her hands.
“I’m choosing, remember?” he asked.
“Are we jumping in with both feet?”
“As soon as I’ve had a few beers so my inhibition walks out the door.”
She stuck her tongue out.
“Keep that up and I’ll put the tongue to better use.”
Vivi couldn’t help but giggle. “Let me have the book back so I can pick a song for myself.”
He slid it back to her and she began to look at the possibilities until Ghost sat down at their table.
“I see Sidonie is still putting up with your ugly ass,” Bolt said.
“My ass is gorgeous,” Ghost snarked, grinning.
“Haters gonna hate,” Vivi quipped.
He pointed at her. “Exactly! Thank you, Vivi. You are a voice of reason among the assholes.”
He got up, turned around and squatted slightly, before slapping a hand on one jean-clad cheek.
“Now I’ve got to scrub my eyes with bleach,” Bolt grumbled.
Lincoln placed a hand over Vivi’s eyes. “Stop, dude. No one wants to see you twerking.”
Ghost chuckled as he sat back down.
Vivi clapped after each singer, and then her name was called. Among the catcalls of the club members, she bounded up to the stage. Sidonie smiled at her and handed over a microphone while the music of a current pop tune started up.
She was a terrible singer. She knew this but refused to allow fear and awkwardness to stop her from having fun. Wasn’t the first time she embarrassed herself, and wouldn’t be the last. When she was done, all the Death Riders stood up, clapped, and whistled.
Warmth spread through her body. For a long time, it had been just her, Zaylah, and Brady, but she was a person who craved the company of others. The more the better. Having a club full of people to cheer for her meant everything.
