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CHAPTER FIVE
In the backof the limo, Teagan held out her bubbly wine flute for Errin to fill up to the brim. “Here you go. Who else needs a refill?” Errin said, raising the bottle up in the air.
Several cheers from the leftover partygoers answered her question. Errin was the sole driving force behind getting everyone hammered at her bachelorette party.
They had partied and danced in three other places earlier tonight, but Errin still hadn’t had enough. Teagan smiled at her friend, topping off everyone’s glass, except for Errin’s pregnant sister, Kayla.
The night had started at Errin’s fiancé’s pub, the Lucky Irishman. With Brennan working behind the bar, things hadn’t been as eventful as Errin wished for her bachelorette party. She’d cried happy tears when Emmy finally told her they had arranged a limo to take them around Austin.
Along the way, a few ladies of this hen night called it quits. Errin’s sister Kate was the first one; she stayed behind at Lucky when her boyfriend Donovan showed up out of the blue.
Teagan glanced around the limo at the five other die-hard partygoers left. After months of looking forward to this night, there was no way Teagan would leave early.
In the dimly lit limo, Errin sat on the other side of the black leather seats and clinked her flute in cheers against Teagan’s glass. “Cheers, T. Here’s to us shaking our booties all night long!”
Purple neon lights illuminated the flooring in between the two black bench seats, giving Teagan’s glass a purple hue. Errin downed her wine in a few gulps and got up from her seat in between Teagan’s sisters Mae and Emmy.
Errin climbed onto Mae’s lap, whose eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Ehm…”
Kayla and Gwenn laughed beside Teagan on their side of the limo, safely away from Errin’s in promptu lap dance. Mae was a good sport, letting Errin do her drunken dance on her lap.
“Yeah, Errin! Go get it, girl!” Errin’s sister, Kayla, cheered. A few weeks pregnant, Kayla said she didn’t want to miss out on her sister’s bachelorette. She proved a good sport while staying sober in between the rest of them.
Mae plunked Errin next to her when the song suddenly stopped, drawing out laughs from everyone. It did not bother Errin at all. She knocked on the tinted separation glass to talk to the limo driver. Teagan watched her giving the driver directions to yet another location.
Emmy glanced at her watch. “Errin, don’t you think that maybe it’s time—”
Errin’s response was a sloppy sputtering noise from sticking out her tongue between her pressed lips.
“One more club. And then we’ll take you home, Bunny,” Kayla said, using Errin’s nickname.
“Oh, no. You’ve got to be fuckin’ kiddin’ me,” Gwenn said, slumping back in her seat with her arms crossed.
“What?” Teagan searched the limo first and then glanced behind her shoulder outside, trying to find what got into Gwenn suddenly. The limo entered a large, dimly lit, secluded parking lot in front of a two-story building with an enormous neon sign of a naked woman hugging the stem of a huge pink flower. If she had to guess, the flower was a Pink Surprise Lily.
“We’re not goin’ to the Pink Flower, Errin. You better forget this right now,” Gwenn pressed.
“Aaah. Stop being such a party pooper. Aren’t you supposed to be some badass military turned private investigator? How can a few naked cheeks and tits spook you?” Errin said.
Gwenn redid her ponytail, her long chestnut hair falling over her left shoulder. “There’s absolutely nothing for us to enjoy there, Bunny. There’s no Magic Mike or Super Stud up on the stage. I’ve seen it all before. These girls ain’t that good.”
Teagan couldn’t imagine spending time at a strip club. She felt weirdly jealous of Gwenn living her life without shame; just throwing it out there that she had been here before.
One room at Errin’s dance studio held a set up with dancing poles and so Teagan was pretty familiar with this kind of dancing. Much unlike the bombastic, stiff and over coordinated dances at her Dance Academy; pole dancing was obviously a rather intimate dance. She preferred that over the abstract dance she had performed with her classmate Tristan weeks ago.
She hated those abstract dances, as it didn’t tell a story. It lacked any expression of any kind of feelings or ideas. It was all about the movement itself.
Pole dancing, however, was all about telling a story with your body. Moving people by creating a myth or at least painting a picture in the spectators’ minds by swaying and twirling her body. Ugh, she got hot even thinking about it.
And wasn’t that what dancing was supposed to do? Elicit some kind of reaction instead of boring an audience during a showcase with a ten-minute dance routine that made no sense.
Errin taught pole dancing classes to women from all different backgrounds, seeing as it was a fun but most of all, a very effective workout.
One class turned into four classes a week, and now Teagan taught several classes on her own at Errin’s dance studio.
“What’s the favorite move of a male stripper?” Errin asked before the rest of the girls all groaned, as they knew how Errin liked to fill awkward silences with a stupid joke.
Gwenn tapped her chin with her index finger. “I don’t know? Banana Split?”
