Page 3 of Surprise Baby for Daddy's Best Friend

I stood in front of the tall mirror, half of my clothes strewn across my bed. I wasn’t sure what bars my brother intended on going to tonight, but I wasn’t going to go out looking like a slob. My outfit from earlier was fine if I had planned to go shopping or walk around, but it wasn’t right for going out in the evening. There was the possibility I would become a third wheel the entire time, but it was just as possible that I would find someone to enjoy the evening with. Even if it was just for a few dances and nothing came of it.

It took a little longer than I had hoped, but I finally decided on what would become my perfect outfit. It wasn’t anything too special. A dark red bra that I recently bought after seeing it on social media and a short black skirt. I turned to look at myself from different angles before I felt satisfied with everything.

Carl and Amanda were waiting for me downstairs at one of the high tops. Their fingers were interlocked as they talked in whispered giggles.

Carl hadn’t changed his clothes and was still dressed in his basic black polo shirt, and a pair of jeans. Amanda, however, had switched into a small blue dress that cinched at her waist, accentuating her curves.

I cleared my throat to get their attention.

“Oh! Kim!” Amanda gasped and stood up.

Her heels gave her a few inches above me, but she still was shorter than my brother who constantly bragged about being over six feet tall. I took after our mom, so I was almost a foot shorter than him.

“You ready?” Carl asked and pushed off the seat.

“Yeah. Mind if I ride with you two?”

He shrugged. “I’m not driving. There are a few bars around the resort we can walk to.” He glanced down at my feet. “If you can walk.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, I can walk.” I grabbed Amanda’s hand. “You can joke all you want here, and I’ll take your wife out on the town.” I said with a smirk.

“Fine, fine. I’m getting up.”

That was one joke I loved having with my brother. While he didn't exactly have problems finding girls, I liked to brag I could steal them from him just as easily if I wanted. I never did, and I never had an intention of doing that either. Unless he somehow started dating an older gentleman, he was safe in my books.

The first bar was next to the pool. Quieter than I expected. Half of the bar was submerged in the pool with a few people sitting in the water while drinking and chatting. Their drinks floated on small rings next to them, or on the counter while they stood. The other half was above the water, and this is where we got our first rounds. It wasn't exactly the perfect bar for me. I could see why many people enjoyed it if they didn't want to stop swimming afterward, but I hadn’t gotten dressed just to get wet.

We bounced from bar to bar after that. Most of them were part of the resort with a few dotting the road across the street. None of them stood out, which led us to move to the next location. Amanda seemed focused on finding the perfect place, instead of drinking. After a while, most started to blur.

Our final stop was the club at the center of the resort. There wasn’t a name on the club, just an illuminated sign with an image of a blue mermaid wrapped around a rock. The music inside had deep bass that shook through my body. This place was different from the other bars, and I could already imagine how expensive the drinks would be before I stepped inside.

I took a deep breath. My mind was already swimming. I needed to get some water in me before I continued drinking if I wanted to last through the night.

Meanwhile, Carl and Amanda were behaving as if they were still sober. I already knew he could handle his drink, so it wasn’t surprising that Amanda could keep up with him. They were perfect for each other, and I was a little jealous of that connection.

I followed behind them and was instantly blasted with the deep bass of the music. It was like the walls had muffled so much of it, and feeling the true power of it took me by surprise. I didn’t recognize the song that was playing. It was more like a combination of usual club music and a robot singing. Nothing bad about it. In fact, a constant steady beat meant I could find myself dancing without worrying about showing my awkward singing skills or losing my balance from the song changing pace halfway through. Multi-colored flashing lights filled the dance floor, with darker hues covering the outer rings where the tables were.

At the front of the club was a DJ, dressed in a silver mask with glowing red eyes. The rest of his body was covered in a black hoodie and sweatpants. No one seemed to notice, or at least care, about how the DJ looked as everyone danced throughout the club, lost in their own world.

Amanda turned back to me and raised a brow. “Are you coming?”

I nodded, “Yeah. Let me grab a drink first, and I’ll join you on the—”

She ran off to dance before I could even finish my sentence. I sighed and made my way over to the bar to grab another drink before I decided to dance. The music was different from what I used to, so I needed to feel it out to get into the rhythm.

“What’re you having?” The bartender yelled over the roar of the music.

“Something hard,” I shouted, sliding my ID and card over.

He nodded and turned back toward the drinks. I didn’t bother watching him mix the drinks, instead, I looked out into the crowd of dancers who surged around the stage. Carl and Amanda were deep within the crowd so I couldn’t see them anymore.

“Here you go,” the bartender yelled over the music and tapped me on the shoulder.

“Oh!” I jumped. “Thanks.” I took the drink and downed it quickly.

“Need anything else?”

I shook my head. I didn’t want to get too trashed before I started dancing.

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