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“Where’s the fun in that?” Kiersten remarks with a straw poked between her lips. “It’s an unwritten rule that the bride has to do whatever we say during their bachelorette party.”
“Whatever!” Evie shouts over the thumping pop music. She sucks down her third cocktail of the night and wipes her mouth with her hand.
“It’s true.” I punch my way into the conversation louder than necessary. “Don’t you remember what you forced me to do?”
My sister throws her head back with a laugh. “I can’t believe I forgot about that.”
“Do share with the rest of us,” Cami adds, leaning drunkenly into the table.
“First, they forced me into babydoll lingerie. Thankfully it was solid and not lace, so it wasn’t any worse than running around in a bathing suit.”
“Don’t forget the mask.” Evie’s laugh is devilish.
“How could I? It was one of those disguise getups with glasses, bushy eyebrows, and a fake nose, except the nose was a giant penis.” I rehydrate my dry mouth with a sip.
Cami nearly sprays the table with her drink. “Shit, sorry. Oh, you poor thing.”
“That’s not even the worst of it,” I continue.
“Oh, fuck. What happened?” Kiersten asks, her face a mask of curious horror.
“They put a blindfold on me, basically kidnapped me in the back of a van, drove me around town, and made me trick-or-treat at our friends’ and family members' homes.”
Various cringe faces stare back at me.
“Instead of candy, they handed out sex paraphernalia,” I finish.
“That’s so mean!” Cami’s eyes are huge. Her grin belies the obligatory statement.
Evie waves down a server for another drink. “It was hilarious. I’ve never seen Caiti so many shades of red.”
I shove her arm. “You try taking a finger condom from your old-ass uncle-in-law with a straight face.”
“What’s a finger condom?” Cami asks.
Kiersten nearly cackles. “It’s for keeping his finger clean while he shoves it up your ass. Or your finger if you like to put one in him during a BJ.”
“Oh.” Cami’s cheeks turn rosy. “Law’s never needed to use one.”
Apparently, we’ve consumed enough alcohol to venture into talking about ass play. I down a hefty swig and look away.
“Someone looks mighty uncomfortable talking about a finger in the butt.” Kiersten’s call out draws my attention back to the table.
“Kiersten,” Evie descends with a note of caution.
I wave the tension away. “It’s okay. That’s a territory unexplored.” Even though I was once married. I brace for the swift ache, surprised when it doesn’t come.
This is new for me, finding ways to respond when my widow status is brought into the conversation. I can’t avoid the truth forever, and I don’t want friends walking on eggshells around me. The more I spend around these women, the stronger the desire is to have them as my circle of friends.
Evie slings her arm around my shoulder. “Another round of cocktails it is!”
“Saved from the butt. Thanks, sister.” I rest my floaty head on her shoulder.
“Anything for you.” She plants a sloppy kiss on my forehead.
“Aw, shit. Have we already reached sappy drunk status?” Kiersten slams her fist down, sending the table into a wobble. “I swear next time there’s a wedding, someone stop me from getting knocked up so I can join in the fun.” She peers into her water glass with a scowl.
Cami grips her proffered cocktail from the server. “That’s impossible when your husband can’t keep his hands to himself.”
“I think it’s time for a little sisterly payback.” I extend a hand for the karaoke mic as it passes by and shove it into Evie’s chest. “Up on the table, chick.”
Cami covers her face with both hands. “If she falls, you’re the one who gets to explain to Rhett why his fiancée has a broken neck.”
“Good thing you’re a paramedic.” Kiersten winks and offers her hand to Evie.
