Page 27 of The Bro Date
And I think we may have just wandered into the lion’s den.
“Let’s go sit at the bar for a minute,” Tate suggests. “And get a drink,” he says way too loudly.
I frown at him, confused as to why he’s yelling until we sit at the bar, and two men sit down on either side of us. Tate winks at me, and I have to fight a smile when they offer to buy us drinks. We accept the screwdrivers and keep the conversation shortbecause these guys are way too old for us. After ten minutes of small talk, I make eye contact with Tate, pleading for him to get us out of here.
Luckily, the DJ decides to unknowingly help us out. “OHMYGOD!” Tate screams when a new song comes on. We look at each other and shout,“Pink Pony Club!”before chugging our drinks and using it as our getaway.
“Thanks for the drinks. It was nice to meet you,” I politely say to the two older men as Tate tugs me away to the dance floor. I ignore their frowns, because we don’t owe them anything for a five-dollar drink.
Tate and I jump and sing on the dance floor until we break a sweat, and the song changes to something a little more sexy.
“Turn around!” Tate shouts with a crooked smile. His curly blond hair glistens under the flashing lights, and I can only imagine mine is doing the same. He grabs my hips and spins me around, tugging my ass to his groin. “Twerk on me, honey!” Tate and I let loose and grind on each other like no one’s watching, but I guess they are because guys start coming up to us. We dance with a few of them before we meet two cute CBU boys in linen button-downs and cargo shorts, like they just came from a dinner cruise on the harbor. It’s actually kinda cute.
After rubbing my ass on the dude’s semi for three songs, I finally spin around and introduce myself. “Hey. I’m Toby, by the way.” My smile falters when I realize he looks familiar, with short brown hair and a diamond nose stud.
Oh my God. I think I saw him on Grindr.
Recognition flashes in his baby-blue eyes, and his smile widens. “Hey. I’m Landon, and this is my friend, Alex.”
His friend is pretty hot, with chin-length black hair and bright green eyes, but the way he’s staring at us is making me uneasy. Although Tate doesn’t seem to mind.
“Hey. I’m Tate,” he says, eyeing Alex up and down.
“Toby,” I add breathlessly, trying to fan myself with my hand. There are too many bodies jumping and grinding on each other out here, and the music is so loud we can hardly talk. I need a break.
“Wanna get out of here? It’s getting a little claustrophobic,” Landon says, noticing my discomfort.
I nod, needing some water or maybe another screwdriver.
Landon places his big, warm hand on the small of my back, leading me from the dance floor to the bar.
“Uh, uh, uh. Not without me!” Tate hollers, following us with Alex hot on his heels. “We’re a package deal tonight,” he says with a teasing giggle.
“Fuck. That is so hot!” Alex hollers behind us all, and I can practically feel his eyes roaming the back of my body and lingering on my ass.
We all sit at the bar, waiting for the bartender to make his way over. A giant glass mirror stocked with liquor bottles lines the wall behind the bar, giving me a front row view of just how drunk I am.
Flushed cheeks, messy curls, and a leather harness that looks like some sort of sex thing. I have to admit, now that the shock’s worn off, I feel pretty sexy.
“Are you onGrindr? You look familiar,” Landon suddenly asks me, and I tear my gaze away from the mirror, blinking up at him.
I was hoping he wouldn’t ask me that.
“Oh. Uh. Yeah.”
“You guys ever message each other?” Alex inquires. “I’m sure Landon swiped right for you.” He eyes me up and down with his arm around Tate. “I know I would. You’re hot as fuck. Both of you.”
Yup. Just the creep Tate wanted.
Tate giggles, whispering something into Alex’s ear that I definitely don’t want to hear, judging by the hungry look on his face.
“Pretty sure I swiped left,” I blurt the truth, making Landon scowl when Tate and Alex burst out laughing.
Oops.
“Sorry!” I shrug, turning my back on them to face Landon. “Does it really matter now that we’re here having fun?”
“No, guess not. So, does that mean I can get your number?”
