“Well, as long as we stay on theme.” Ruby shook her head, and we glanced around the place. It looked freaking amazing.
We all went to the back room to change into our attire, which was basically jean skirts, crop tops, and cowboy boots. Unless you were Ruby, and then it was black jeans, a crop top, and Dr. Martens.
When we came back out to the bar, the country music was booming, and the door pulled open as Romeo walked toward us with Demi, who was laughing hysterically.
“You brought your boyfriend to your bachelorette party?” Peyton shrieked, and Romeo laughed.
“No. He’s on his way to his party, so he walked me over.” Demi’s gaze moved around the room, and she had a big smile on her face. “This looks amazing. Is that a mechanical bull?”
“Baby, that’s what you noticed? There are dicks on the cookies and on all the tables. This is going to be a lot wilder than my bachelor party.” He kissed her hard. “Have fun. I love you. Call me when you get back to Saylor and Ruby’s tonight.” We were all sleeping at our house after the party.
“Maybe she’s going to pull an all-nighter,” Peyton said, with her hands on her hips.
“Okay, you need a Ride ‘Em Cowboy Colada and to bring it down a hundred or so notches.” Ruby grabbed Peyton’s hand and led her to the bar.
The next few hours were the most entertaining of my life. Demi’s mom, Rose, and two of her close friends were ripping shots and dancing their asses off. Midge Longhorn had to be physically removed from the mechanical bull because the damn thing couldn’t seem to buck her off. Apparently, Midge used to be in the rodeo. Who knew?
Demi, Peyton, Ruby, and I had laughed endlessly, danced to all our favorite songs, and had way too much to drink. The food choices were a real hit, and everyone was having a good time.
“I need everyone to take their seats!” Peyton shouted into the microphone. “That means you, too, Midge. Get your ass off that bull and sit in your seat. Get ready to enjoy the show.”
Everyone was hooting and hollering when Peyton disappeared and then returned with her eyes wide open and a big smile on her face.
“Please say she didn’t do this,” Demi whisper-shouted, but she couldn’t wipe the smile from her face.
Sexy music started to play, and Peyton returned to take her seat beside us. “Relax, bestie, I told them no lap dances unless someone requests one.”
And then she pulled a handful of singles out of her purse and handed them out.
The two guys were undressed in no time, and if I didn’t have a well-endowed man of my own to compare them to, I’d say they definitely gave Peyton what she was looking for.
“My God. Those undies are so tiny they barely cover those giant bananas,” Demi’s mom said as she came to sit beside us.
Our heads all fell back in laughter at once, and Demi wrapped an arm around her mother. “Yep. Those are definitely some big bananas, Mom.”
More laughter.
It was a perfect way to celebrate.
I glanced down and saw the text that had come through from Kingston.
King
I heard there were a lot of penises at your party.
Your penis is the only one that interests me.
King
Well, he only likes you, baby.
How’s it going? Did my brother make it there?
King
Yeah. He’s here. He seems tired but otherwise okay. I told him I was going to bring him breakfast in the morning, so I’ll call you after and let you know how it goes. You’ve got the girls spending the night with you tonight, right?
Yep. We’re having a sleepover with the four of us.