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I dip my head while rocking back and forth on my feet. “Who’s next?”
“No one can possibly top that,” Cece says. “But I’ll try.”
“Oh no,” Heather groans.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, confused.
“You’ll see.”
Ice Ice Babyfills the air, and I swear there’s nothing more comical than watching Cece rap. She waves us all up to join her, and we spend the rest of the evening joking, dancing, and singing.
Of course, the more I drink, the more off-key I get. The margaritas give me liquid courage, and at some point, I start asking for shots. I lose track of how many I do. My movements are sluggish, but I’m still standing.
A sharp cry has us all stopping and looking around for its source.
“Shit.” Cece grabs the baby monitor. “Harper’s awake. I think she’s teething. I gotta go. Later, bitches.” She flips us off as she runs out of the room.
“I’m calling it a night too,” Apple announces. “Mark and I have to be at the studio early to record a new song. Violet, you should come over sometime. I’d love to record you.”
“Suuure thang,” I salute, not recognizing my own voice. “That’s fun time it’d be.”
Apple laughs, but her eyebrows are pinched. “Maybe I shouldn’t leave you until Grim gets back.”
“I’ve got her.” Heather puts her arm around my waist and holds me up. “I’m waiting for Frenzy anyway. She can keep me company until the men are back.”
“Okay, well ‘night ladies.” Apple blows kisses our way.
“C’mon, drunkie.” Heather pulls me toward the bar. “Sit down.”
It takes Asher and Heather to get me up onto a bar stool, and once I’m steady, Heather asks Asher to get me some water.
“Drink up.” Asher uncaps a bottle of water before handing it to me. I gulp it down greedily.
“Asher, watch her for a minute,” Heather instructs. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom.”
“I don’t need a babysitter,” I pout.
“Yeah, you do.” She laughs as she walks away.
I sip on my water while Asher collects our dirty cups by the karaoke machine.
“Well, well, well. All alone, little girl?” a nasally voice says behind me.
I whirl around but have to grab onto the bar stool beside me to keep from falling. My vision is blurry, but once the room stops spinning, I notice Candy standing there.
“What do you want?”
“Grim doesn’t do good girls,” she says haughtily. “He wants a real woman who can take everything he gives. He likes his girls dirty and bad.”
“How do you know?” I don’t know what possesses me to ask, but I need to know the truth, no matter how much it hurts.
“Because I’ve fucked him more times than I can count.”
Unable to prevent it, whether from the alcohol or anger, I double over. Falling off the chair, I catch myself before I nosedive to the ground. As I pull myself back up and lean against the bar, I’m laughing so hard my stomach hurts.
“You fucking bitch!” Candy screams.
She pulls her arm back, but I’m too drunk to block her attack. My head whips around from the force of her blow, and I crash to the floor. Before I can push myself to my feet, a roar vibrates through the room.
