Page 53 of Get Undressed With Me

“Fun with a cute guy?”

“Not… necessarily.”

Brittany turned to Dev, eyes wide. “I’m sorry, are you coming out right now?”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t know. I told Min it was fine to tell you, since she tells you everything anyway.”

Brittany and Randall’s eyes met before they both laughed.

“Okay, fine, yes, she did tell me, but she also told me that you would come out to me personally and now I’m feeling a little cheated that I didn’t get the whole experience. I would’ve given you this whole speech about women being superior to men, that you’re going to lead such a happy life, and that I’m so glad you’re able to live your truth—”

“Barf, no. I don’t need a speech, I got enough of that from Mom and Min.”

Randall clapped his hands to get their attention.

“Here’s the plan. We’re going to find Devery a cute girl to flirt with, we’re going to find Brittany a cute boy to flirt with, and we’re going to find the hottest guy there for me to dance with until my feet fall off. Let’s see who can have the most fun tonight. Consider it a competition. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Their car pulled up to the venue for the party. Waiting outside was a large man in a suit and a woman holding a clipboard, looking unamused as some cosplayers tried to convince her to let them into the party. Brittany, Randall, andDev made their way over slowly, gave their names, and were immediately ushered into the space.

The whole place was designed to be photographed. The number of stations set up, from backdrops to the dance floor to the bar, all with the intent for influencers to take selfies and post about the sponsor, some liquor company, made the club look chaotic and everything Brittany needed that night.

Her eyes zeroed in on the bar.

“First, we drink.”

They made their way to the line, waiting patiently for it to shuffle forward while scanning the list of themed signature drinks.Dev went with a soda, while Brittany and Randall chose one of the signatures, something with an umbrella and a ridiculous amount of fruit garnish that would make a great picture their followers would love. Drinks in hand, they scanned the area.

“We need a home base. Something with seating. See anything?”

The night was just getting started, but the place was already packed, something about free booze and an exclusive guest list bringing everyone out on time for once.

Dev was eyeing the Photo Booth, currently being run by a woman with blue hair, several piercings, and black lipstick. “Maybe we do the pictures first while the outfits are fresh?”

Randall grinned. “Great idea.”

At the booth, they again waited in the line, Brittany taking the downtime as an opportunity to snap a few photos of the space, as well as selfies with Randall. Dev was worrying her lip, her gaze drawn again and again to the woman with blue hair at the front of the line until Brittany slid closer.

“Dev. Just relax. It’s a privilege to have your attention. Trust me.”

They finally stepped to the front of the line. Brittany and Randall made a show of being entirely engrossed in taking pictures for their social media, giving Dev the space to small talk the attendant. Brittany attempted to commit everything she heard to memory to later relay to Min. It was the only way.

Finally, it was their turn to take over the booth. The space was small, cramped for two people, much less the three of them, but no one cared. They went all out for the photos, with more and more ridiculous poses until the three of them were laughing hard. Afterward, they took their printed pictures and wandered toward the dance floor in search of a space to sit. Brittany gave Dev the side eye.

“So?” Brittany asked. “Did you get the digits?”

Dev rolled her eyes. “Digits? Really?”

Randall crossed his arms, standing his ground. “Answer the question.”

Devery glanced around as if to make sure no one was eavesdropping. “We exchanged handles, so we’ll see where it goes.”

“Handles, wow. You’re practically married. Tell me where to send the bitcoin for the wedding.”

Dev pinched Brittany hard as they stumbled toward a table just as a group of people snatched it up. Brittany glared at them, and Randall’s eyes widened.

“Brittany, don’t you dare.”

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