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“Nicestiffy,” Jeremy adds, and Frannie throws an ice cube at him. I was kind ofsurprised Frannie showed up tonight. I know they’re in an off again cycle oftheir weird relationship.
“Fuckoff! What are you all doing here?” Justus laughs, a slight blush filling hischeeks. Oh, he’s embarrassed. That’s adorable.
“BlameSadie. This is her doing,” Landon says.
Justusgrins down at me. “You sneak.”
Shrugging,I smile back. “I may have also brought you a present.”
Ireach under the table where I stashed the gift bag, and place it on the tablewhere he tears into it like a five year old at Christmas. The whole group hootsand laughs as he pulls out a box withGirl’s Night Out – Make Your Own YummyCocktails!stamped in bright pink across the label.
“Itincludes a book on how to make all your favorites at home,” I tell him, and I’mrewarded with a wide smile.
“Laughall you want, bitches,” he tells the guys. “Tonight, I’m going to be kickedback at home, drinking a banana daiquiri while I’m getting a blowie.”
“Notif you keep telling people!” I slap him on the chest, and he pulls me into ahug as the waitress approaches.
“Whatare you drinking, Sweets?”
“Kamikaze,”I tell the waitress, and Justus adds, “Make it two. Ain’t no shame in my game.”
Thenight is so much fun. We laugh and drink, and I kick everyone’s ass in pool. Iplayed a lot when I was young because my neighbors had a pool table. Justus istossing back the drinks, and I have a feeling he isn’t going to be consciousfor that birthday blow job he kept crowing about.
Zoe,Ayda, and Leah join me on the dance floor, and the guys alternate betweendancing with us and watching us from the table. “Your ass looks so good in thatskirt.” Justus’s hot breath tickles my ear as his hands land on my hips.
Zoelaughs and turns to dance with Ayda as Justus practically humps me from behind.Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon blares through the speakers as I match mymovements to his. Damn, the man can dance. The two of us together draw anaudience, hooting and cheering us on. I knew those dance lessons and nights atLisa’s studio would come in handy.
Wereturn to the table after the song ends, and Justus throws back a shot. “Whoathere, Lovely Locks,” Dare laughs. “That was straight vodka. Not one of yoursissy drinks.”
“Tasteslike water,” Justus slurs, swiping his sweaty curls out of his eyes.
“Weshould probably head home,” I suggest, knowing he probably won’t make the cabride there without passing out.
Hestarts to protest, then the corner of his mouth leaps up, a lustful glint inhis eyes. “Right. Birthday blowie. Sorry, guys, it’s been fun, but my girl hasneeds.”
Hisphone vibrates on the table and I get a quick glance at the screen as he picksit up. Westlawn Rehabilitation and Addiction Center. Fuck. It’s after midnight.No way is this good news. “Yeah?” Justus answers, walking out the nearest doorso he can hear.
Igive Zoe a look, and she and Landon follow me outside. “Fuck! How did she justwalk away? Don’t you have security? You’re supposed to be the best!” Justusshouts into his phone. “I’ll be right there!”
“Mr.Alexander, there’s no reason to…” I hear the man’s voice on the other endbefore Justus disconnects the call.
“Whathappened?” I ask, as he darts past me and heads inside.
“Hannah’smissing. She walked away from the rehab center,” he replies, dropping his phoneon the table and grabbing his jacket. He’s so preoccupied…and drunk that heforgets his phone, so I scoop it up and follow him.
“Justus,the place is over an hour away, you can’t….”
“It’smy sister. I have to.”
“Youcan’t drive.”
“I’llget a cab. There are plenty out front. I’ll call you.” He tries to kiss me onthe forehead, but I step back.
“You’reout of your damn mind if you think I’m letting you go anywhere alone.” I followhim out to the cab, trying to talk sense to him the whole time, trying to gethim to wait until morning when he’s sober. It’s not like showing up at therehab center shitfaced is going to do any good.
It’suseless. He gives the cab driver the address and settles back in the seat,murmuring to himself. It only takes about ten minutes for the movement of thecar combined with the glut of alcohol he’s drank to put him out, and I tap onthe cab’s partition.
“Sorry,but he’s passed out, so I need to take him home.” I give the driver Justus’saddress and hope I can get him inside.
