Emmett comes back with four beers, two in each hand. “We’re double fisting all night!”
I roll my eyes and take two of the beers then follow him over to Charles’ table.
“Charlie!” Emmett yells and the guys all look at us. They all grin and stand to their feet, bumping fists and giving us man hugs.
“Sit with us, man!” Charles yells, “this shit is fucking hilarious!”
Emmett and I sit at the table next to them and watch as another group of girls get up on the stage. They’re also looking pretty drunk as they stumble around and giggle at each other. Then the music for Living on a Prayer by Jon Bon Jovi floats through the sound system. All of us groan and roll our eyes. This means more girls screeching for sure. I finish the first two beers pretty fast and look to see Emmett is almost done with his second. I get up from the tables and motion for a bartender.
“Hey,” I yell over the screeching voices, “could you keep this table stocked all night? I’ll take care of the tab at the end of the night. You know I’m good for it.” I smile for good measure.
She instantly blushes and nods as she runs off to the bar to load up her tray with beers. It’s going to be one hell of a night, might as well get perfectly drunk too.
A few songs later and all of us are pretty fucking wasted, a group of girls approach our tables. They are older, maybe mid to late twenties and they are part of a bridal party if their sashes or buttons mean anything.
The first bleach blonde with over plumped lips sits on Emmett’s lap. One of her brunette friends saunters over to me and the rest circle around Charles and his crew.
“Our friend is getting married.” The brunette slurs into my ear, spraying a bunch of spit in there too.
“I couldn’t tell.” I lift the beer to my mouth and swig, while I keep an eye on a smiling Emmett and his bimbo.
“You and your friend,” she points to Emmett, “are the hottest guys here.”
I smile and nod, keeping my eye on the handsy blonde and Emmett, who by the way is looking like he’s in heaven right now. Irritation, red and hot washes over me and it takes all my willpower not to go over there and drag her plastic ass off of him. I close my eyes and try to relax, this isn’t me and I don’t understand why I’m reacting like this.
“We came here to ask you two to do us a biiiiiig favour.” She drags out the word big as she runs a finger nail down the crotch of my jeans. Wow, cougars are fucking ruthless.
I grab her hand and pull it off of my crotch, “I don’t think we’re interested in any favours like that.”
“No!” She throws her head back laughing, “we just want you guys to go up there and do a little strip tease for our friend’s last single day.”
“That’s not happe…” I begin but stop as soon as I see Emmett stand up and turn to look at me, the gleam in his eye says it all. This fucker agreed to us getting up on that stage and humiliating the fuck out of ourselves.
“Let’s go, Greene!” He yells out over a horrendous rendition of Whitney Houston’s I Wanna Dance with Somebody.
I shake my head and down the rest of my beer. “You’re fucking nuts.” I yell back.
“Don’t make me do this alone,” he grins at me mischievously. Fuck him, I don’t know why I suddenly want to do this with him. Maybe because I’m fucking drunk off my ass.
“Fine.” I growl and stand up, effectively knocking the brunette down onto her ass. She doesn’t care as she laughs it off and Emmett starts shaking as he tries to hold in his laughter, “let’s go now before I walk the fuck out of this place. You better have nice underwear on.” I snarl at him and he lifts his jeans out and away from his waist.
“Tighty-whities.” He winks. Great.
We both get up on stage and Emmett grabs the mic, “we had a special request tonight,” he points down at the woman in a white dress with a veil on her head. “She wants to see me in my tighty-whities and I really want to show them to her.” He gyrates his hips and all the girls in the bar start screaming. I cover my face with my hand and try to convince myself to leave the fucker here. Would E kill me?
“Him, too.” He points back at me and again the girls start screaming. “You ready to see our undies?!”
Undies? What the fuck is he saying right now? He turns back to me and struts over. “Okay, we will have to do the song I’m too sexy by Right Said Fred.”
“Yeah… no.” I shake my head adamantly.
“What? Really? Fine… Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls.”
“Again… fuck no.”
“Then which song?” He stomps his foot clearly frustrated with me.
“Only the most popular stripper song of all time.” I raise a brow at him, “Pour Some Sugar on Me by Def Leppard?”
“Oh!” He snaps his finger in my face, “I know this one… kind of. You will have to sing most of it but I can do chorus and harmony.”
“You wait till you hear this amazing voice.” I
