Page 63 of Macon

I shake the image of Raydene’s tits from my mind.

“What are you thinking about?” Sin asks as she walks up with beers.

“Just how hot you look tonight,” I answer, half truthfully.

I don’t think she’d be too happy if I was comparing their breast sizes.

She hands me a beer before taking the seat next to me. We’re upstairs sitting around the dance floor, watching everyone dance.

I hear yelling at the stairs and see Tiny carrying Maze over his shoulder, yelling something as she tries to wiggle off him.

Tiny smiles from ear to ear as everyone moves, clearing the way to the bar, where he places a laughing Maze on top.

“Damn you, boy!” Maze laughs, kissing him. “I said, let’s go upstairs, not be a damn caveman and throw me over your shoulder.”

Tiny shrugs, shouting, “Whiskey!”

Maze swirls around, jumping down behind the bar to fetch his drink.

Sin and I watch in amusement.

Everyone returns to normal until Maze jumps back up on the bar, searching around.

I have a feeling this isn’t going to be good. When Maze does this shit, usually Snow and the girls end up so shit-faced, the guys have to carry them to bed.

When Maze’s eyes land on me, I shake my head.

Maze puts her hands on her hips.

I keep shaking my head. I don’t know what she has up her sleeve, but I’m not moving.

Maze lifts a hand and whistles, piercing our ears. “Everyone, shut the fuck up.” She looks our way again. “Sin!” Maze points to my girl. “I want you to show me your flair, girl. Come on over.”

Everyone is looking over at us now. I tilt my head to look down at Sin, and when I see her eyes light up, I turn to see her face better.

“Flair? What the fuck?” I ask Sin.

Maze starts chanting Sin’s name, and everyone jumps on board.

Sin looks at me for the first time and smiles a full ear-to-ear grin.

My eyes shoot up as I wait for her to answer.

“Remember? I’m a mixologist. What I do is called a flair mixologist,” she says, beaming.

“Well, whatever the fuck it is, I want to see it because if it puts a smile this big on your face, I have to see it.”

She looks around the room and then back at me. “Are you sure?”

I stand up, moving her with me. “Fuck yeah. Let’s go.”

We move to the bar, and everyone starts to hoot and holler. I guarantee most of these motherfuckers don’t know what a flair mixologist is.

Owning the lounge in New York, I do know what a mixologist is, and I’m pretty sure flair is the people that throw bottles and shit in the air.

I pick up my girl and place her on the bar as Maze moves off, helping Sin over.

I move Cash over, placing myself right in front of her. Everyone’s at the bar so they can watch.

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