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I exhaled, and the smoke floated above me, disappearing into the night air. I lifted my blunt to hit it again when my eyes caught Victoria’s familiar dark locks.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me right now,” I muttered.
“What?” Joker asked.
“Nothing, man. This fucking blunt’s running,” I lied, licking my blunt yet again for show.
I didn’t want Joker to make a scene. He was calmer at the Waffle House when he saw Tori because he wasn’t drinking. That wasn’t the case at The Strip. Joker would get fucked up, and he would simmer until, finally, he detonated. I knew him well, and I wasn’t in the mood to get stuck between a rock and a hard place—my best friend and the chick I felt I needed to protect for some fucked-up reason.
I kept my attention away from Victoria’s side of The Strip, smoking and drinking with my boys and racing when someone challenged us. As the night grew later, the crowd grew rowdy. The music was loud, the bass thumping in systems surrounding us, and the smell of drugs and burnt rubber soothed me.
Even Crow was buzzed when everyone was ready to dip from The Strip and finish the party at our place.
“You good to ride, bro?” I asked him when I noticed him leaning against Stryker’s truck.
He nodded before getting onto his bike, a black Ninja H2r with teal neons that matched his car. He pulled his handkerchief up and pushed his helmet onto his head. I did the same, ready to follow him home in case he started veering all over the road.
I cranked my bike and rolled out behind Crow when my eyes caught on Victoria. She was leaning against her friend’s green car as her friend made out with some dude right beside her. I shook my head, wishing she would listen and stay away, but just as I started to turn away from her, I noticed she slid down the side of the car.
Her knees buckled, and she slowly melted down the car's smooth green paint until her ass was on the gravel. She was drunk. I could tell that even from across the way.
Fuck.
Checking to see Crow take off toward home, I quickly changed direction to get Victoria. I had already taken her drunken ass home once before, but this was becoming a habit, and it wasn’t something I would continue to do. Except for this time, I had to take her back to my place. I didn’t want to do it because I didn’t want to hear Joker’s shit if he happened to see her on my bike, but I couldn’t let Crow drive home alone, knowing he had drunk too much.
Once I reached her, I turned off my bike and pushed my kickstand down before climbing off. Her friend continued to suck face with the dude, not even paying any attention to her girl. It was fucked up if you asked me.
“Hey, you good?” I asked, nudging Tori with the toe of my boot.
She looked up at me with whiskey-colored eyes and nodded. “Yep. All good,” she muttered.
Lies.
She could barely hold her head up. It wasn’t like last time when she was wholly passed out, which was good because I wasn’t keen on leaving my bike to drive her friend’s car again. I wasn’t worried about someone fucking with my bike since everyone knew my ride, but I wasn’t about taking chances with my shit.
“Can you get up?” I asked, nudging her once again.
Why did she continue to drink? She obviously had no tolerance for the shit.
“Yeah, but I don’t want to. What do you want?” she slurred.
“Hey,” I called out, getting her friend’s attention.
She turned my way, her arms still wrapped around the dude’s neck. “Yeah?”
“I’m taking your girl home.”
Her eyes went wide. “Why?”
“Because she’s drunk, and you’re on a date. She’ll be fine. I’ll make sure she’s good.”
I didn’t like it when people questioned me, but I didn’t want her worrying about her girl, even if it seemed she wasn’t too concerned since she was dry-humping her man while Tori sat on the ground.
“Okay,” she agreed.
I didn’t need her permission.
“Come on, Tori,” I said, reaching down and helping her up.
