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“Damn, you feel like this at twenty-seven, God help you when you hit fifty.” She laughs at me.

I pinch her side, making her laugh.

“I do feel old. It is like my body is telling me to slow down and enjoy the little things, ya know?”

“Then, my sister from a fucked up mister. Tonight is one of the little things that we will enjoy to the fullest.” She winks.

We walk to our cars, before hugging and sorting plans out for later tonight.

Once I am home, I slip out of my clothes and into some sleepwear, ready for my ‘Nana Nap’ as Aria calls them, so I can get rested for tonight’s shenanigans.

Leaning on the bar, my head already buzzing from the two cocktails and three shots, I signal to the barman.

“What can I get you, beautiful?” He grins, showing off a bright smile with a row of bright white teeth.

“You have a pretty smile,” I tell him, making him chuckle.

“You too, sweetheart.”

“Oh, thanks. Can I get two more Silver Bullets and two vodka cranberries please?”

He wraps his knuckles on the bar and sets out to get my order.

I turn around, leaning my back against the wooden bar top, watching as Darian dances between two men. They are all grinding on each other. She looks hot as fuck tonight, dressed in a sparkly blue dress that has one shoulder strap, stops mid-thigh with a slit, paired with black sparkly heels.

Looking down at myself, I press my lips together and nod to myself, agreeing that I look kinda hot too. I went with a strapless black lace top tucked into a gold sequined skirt that also stops mid-thigh. I matched my outfit to some strappy heels that are not as high as Darian’s because I would fall and break my neck.

Whereas Darian is slim with big boobs, I have a little more meat on my body, but as she always puts it, I give men something to hold on to.

“There you go.” A tap on my shoulder gets my attention.

I look down and see my drinks, so I pay the man before collecting my tray and getting back to our table.

The live band is amazing; the lead singer has a voice so good that they should be on a talent show or recording an album. They must singing songs that are their own as I do not know them but they are out of this world.

People are dancing, couples are loved up in corners, and hell, I want that.

Darian come bounding toward me, almost teetering over in her ridiculously high heels. A smile is firmly in place like she has just won the lottery.

“Okay, so you know the guys I was dancing with?” I nod. “Oh, are these mine?” I nod again.

“Okay, girl drink up. On three.” Before she can count, she down her Silver Bullet shot and I do the same, wincing unlike my bestie, who grins at me.

“Damn, that is good. What’s it called again?”

“Silver Bullet.”

“Yum. Anyway, well they own a boat. Like a big boat and they want us to host a party for them.”

“A boat? The nearest water is down in California.”

She nods enthusiastically. “I know. This could be huge for us.”

I nod to her, but I look over to the men she was dancing with and they are looking at us like we are their next meal and not in a good way. My body shivers, as their eyes give me the creeps.

“Oh no, do not look now,” she says in a singsong voice.

I look behind me, gasping when I see who just walked into the bar.

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