Page 28 of The Bro Date
Dating apps haven’t really worked out for me, and I’m having a great time tonight, so I figure there’s really no harm. And I also have a really hard time telling people no.
“Sure. Yeah. Okay,” I say with a small smile, taking his phone and adding myself to the contacts.
Landon wraps his arm around me when the hot, surfer-looking bartender with long blond hair comes over, ordering for me without asking. “A screwdriver for my friend. Make it a double.”
“Actually, can I get water instead?” I whisper into his ear. I should probably pace myself.
“Oh, shoot, the bartender just left, and I already ordered you a double. Tell you what. Next round we’ll do water, yeah?” Landon ducks his head, giving me a wink that makes me a little uneasy.
“What about you?” I ask.
He holds up a nearly empty glass of clear liquid and ice. “Still sippin’,” he says with a big white smile.
I glance over at my friend having a great time doing shots with Alex, and I don’t want to ruin his night, so the moment the bartender sets my drink down, I grab it and chug half the thing. Time to let loose and stop worrying so much.
“Fuck yeah!Chug! Chug! Chug!” Alex shouts, but I set my glass down before I throw up all over the bar top.
By the next round, I’m no longer thirsty for water, so Landon buys me another drink. This time, a vodka cranberry, but I still don’t see him order one for himself.
Oh well. I’m too drunk to care anymore.
As soon as my drink is gone, Tate grabs my hand, hauling me off to the dance floor with Landon and Alex hot on our heels.
“Shake what ya mama gave you!” Tate shouts before dropping it low and twerking.
“My mother would have a heart attack if she knew she gave me any of this!” I laugh before joining him in shaking my ass.
After another song, Tate wiggles his phone back and forth in front of my face. “Story tiiime!” he singsongs, drawing the word out. “Before we get all sweaty and gross.”
“I'll show you sweaty and gross,” Alex growls like the creep he seems to be.
Tate throws his head back, laughing obnoxiously. “You wish, baby.” Alex scowls at that, but Tate ignores him, talking to me instead. “Put on a show for the camera, honey.”
I’m drunk enough to listen, putting on a pretend strip tease even though I’ve got nothing to take off.
“So hot! You’re going to have all the straight boys on my Insta jerking off tonight!”
Tate and I laugh loudly, but Landon does not look happy.
Whatever. We just met.
“Your turn!” I hold my hand out and Tate passes me his phone, so I can record him shaking his ass.
He takes things further than me, wiggling his thumbs into the sides of his shorts and tugging them down to show his thong and the swell of his ass.
I giggle, too drunk to stop him, and instead switch to Live. “Let’s see that sexy ass!” I holler, encouraging him when I probably shouldn’t.
“Alright. Alright. That’s enough,” Alex says, attempting to pull my friend off the dance floor when he clearly doesn’t want to.
“Shots, anyone?!” Landon shouts before walking off and whispering something to the hot surfer guy behind the bar.
“Woohoo!Shots!” Tate shouts, tugging up his shorts and grabbing my hand, pulling me back over to the bar.
The bartender brings out a tray of shots, and Landon hands each one out specifically. Not thinking anything of it, I toast to new friends and new experiences. At least, I do in my head.
“Cheers!” I shout, and all four of us clink our shot glasses together before tipping them back.
CHAPTER TEN
