Page 64 of Enforcer

Brynne laughs, wiping her lips. “Oh.”

“Yeah, that bottle cost five-hundred dollars, and you two just shot it like it was fucking Jack Daniel’s,” Antonio agrees.

I laugh, and they both eye me in annoyance. “Sorry. It’s just you two finally found something you agree on.”

Brynne joins the joke as the two men scowl, only making us laugh harder.

Suddenly, the lights dim, the spotlight comes on, and the curtain comes up.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome toLips, where the drinks are stiff, and the dicks are stiffer,” the drag queen says as she waltzes out on stage.

“Now, Lillie, you know that’s not proper stage talk,” another queen says into her microphone from the front door.

Brynne and I watch the exchange diligently. Neither of us has been to a drag queen show, but I’ve always wanted to go.

“Oh, right. Silly me. What I meant to say is drink your stiff drink and enjoy the fucking show.”

Brynne and I look to Lillie, who rolls her eyes before lifting her microphone. “Better.”

“Good Girl”by Christina Aguilera plays through the speakers, and I grasp Brynne’s hand under the table.Burlesqueis one of our favorite comfort movies to watch together. We’ve seen it a thousand times over, so I know it’s going to be a good fucking night when the queen starts belting it out instead of lip-syncing like I’ve heard other shows do.

Brynne leans over, her lips hovering over my ear. “Thank you for this. You were right; I needed it.”

I smile big as the queen on stage shimmies her boobs, earning a whistle from Antonio.

He shrugs when Brynne and I look at him in shock. “What?”

We giggle as Lorenzo pours another drink, which we both sip instead of shooting.

Honestly, it’s been so long since I’ve had a drink. The first one is already traveling through my veins like liquid lightning.

One can only hope I don’t get myself into trouble tonight. I’ve been known to let inhibition drop a bit too far while drinking.

However, the longer we’re here, and the more we laugh, the further my walls drop.

I better keep my wits once I’m home, or Dante Ricci will storm his way right over the rubble while I’m unaware.

“Give me one margarita;I’m gonna open my legs,” Lorenzo sings along with the radio as Pauly drives us all home.

Brynne falls into my lap laughing, and I drop a chicken nugget into her mouth that we’d gotten from some drive-thru Pauly pulled into. He insisted that we’d all had far too much to drink and that Antonio and Lorenzo were in for a brutal awakening when they got up in the morning.

I’m thankful the wedding isn’t today, so we have twenty-four hours to recover. I know it’s going to be a cruel hangover.

“Keep going; I want to hear you sing the part about putting it in your tush!” Antonio spurs.

I nearly choke on my French fry as Brynne starts chuckling again.

“Yeah, Renzo, sing the part about your tush,” I add.

He looks at me from the front seat, winking as he tosses a fry over his shoulder.

“Just how much did you guys drink?” Pauly asks, swatting Lorenzo’s hand away as he drags a fry down his cheek.

“I don’t know. I’m getting married, though. I know that,” Brynne slurs.

Half of me is worried Slate’s going to beat my ass for bringing her back in such a state. I’ve got half a mind to tell Pauly to take me home first.

Dante said he and the guys were going out tonight for a bachelor thing, but it’s three a.m., and something tells me we stayed out later than they had.

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