Page 18 of Alice & Meg: Summer Vacation
I set everything on the counter and winced.“You might want to close your eyes for the total.”
Wrecker rolled his eyes.“I bought you two Highlands for Christmas, babe.I’m pretty sure this is not going to be that bad.”
I raised a brow.“Well, in that case, let me go grab that Cinderella figurine I saw.”
I turned, but his arm shot out and gently held me in place.
“How about we don’t?”he grumbled.“You got enough here.We’ve still got more than half the strip to walk yet.”
“Ugh.Fine.”
We paid, wrangled our bags, and met the rest of the crew outside on the sidewalk.
“Where to next?”Adley asked.
“Oh my God!”Meg gasped.“It’s Tigs!”
Cyn looked up and laughed.“Well, if that doesn’t bring back drunken memories.”
“We were trying to erase asshat from my memories,” Meg muttered.
“Asshat?”Adley asked.
Cyn cringed.Rigid stepped in.“That would be her piece-of-shit ex that beat her.”He cracked his knuckles.“So I beat him ten times as hard.”He paused.“And more.”
King cleared his throat.Wrecker bumped his knuckles with Rigid.“Right on, brother.”
“Anyway,” Meg called quickly.“The memories I have there are Lo tracking me down and, um, well...”
Cyn rolled her eyes.“Girl, you belonged to that man before Tigs.You just didn’t know it yet.”
Meg shrugged.“Accurate.How about we go get a drink?”
The sun was climbing, and the heat was turning sticky.
“I’m game,” I said.
We made our way across the street to Tig’s.The place seemed like it had been around forever.A dark dive bar with red vinyl booths, sticky floors, and a sign out front that boasted amazing burgers.Inside, the air-conditioning was working overtime, and a couple of locals sat at the bar nursing noon beers.
We snagged two tables near the jukebox, and the guys went to the bar to order drinks.
“Thank God I Didn’t Marry That Asshat Celebration!”Cyn blurted, pointing dramatically at Meg.
Meg laughed.“It had a better ring to it all those years ago.”
The guys came back with drinks.The girls gotAmaretto Stone Sours, and the guys stuck with beers.
The jukebox kicked on.
Whitney Houston’sI Wanna Dance with Somebody.
Greta leapt up.“This is my JAM!”
She grabbed Raven, and the two of them started dancing by the jukebox, with arms flailing, singing loudly and wildly off-key.
WhenDon’t Stop Believin’started, all of us stood.
Meg dragged Cyn and Reva with her, and I pulled Adley along.
