Page 54 of The Anti-Bachelorette (The Anti-Bachelorette 1)

I am pouring us our second drink when Angela speaks up. “So I thought this was supposed to be a night without the boys.”

I look up to the ceiling. “Trust me. I know. My dad of course agrees with Alaric though and thinks it isn’t safe to be going out alone yet.”

Anglea smiles. “So is he like tagging along with us?”

I shake my head. “No way. I told my dad he has to stay downstairs at the boring people bar. He can’t come up to the nightclub.”

Angela laughs. “Well, since your boy trouble is crashing our night, it’s only fair we get to go see mine as well.”

I raise my eyebrows at her. “Oh boy. Fine. But if I have to deal with that, then we need to do shots first.”

Angela laughs and agrees. We are already on our third shot and two drinks when I get a text from Alaric.

Alaric: When are you leaving?

I’m already super tipsy, so I lean over and grab Angela’s arm. “Alaric is calling for us! We can’t keep the devil waiting.”

Angela is just as drunk as me. We’re both lightweights. We head over to my dad’s house and giggle the whole time. Alaric hears us enter and walks toward us. Angela waves at him. “Where’s your hot friend?”

I laugh and shove her arm. “Angela! He can probably hear you.” I step toward Alaric and put my hand on his chest. “Do you think I should let my best friend sleep with my dad just so I can end this misery already?” I grin up at him.

He raises an eyebrow at me. “You’re drunk.”

I laugh. “Well yeah, that’s what you get to do when you have some old dude watching over you and making sure you get home safe.”

He rolls his eyes and steps back from me. Just then my dad walks in. “Hey guys.”

Angela beams over at him. “Hi Eric!”

I look over to her. “Eric? Blech.” I pretend to puke.

My dad just laughs. “That’s my name Emory.”

I look over to him and place a hand on my hip. “No, your name is ‘dad’ and to Angela it is ‘Emory’s dad’. “

Angela leans in and whispers loudly. “Emory’s hot dad.”

My dad obviously heard her and smiles at her in this gross flirty way. Gross. “I’m going to be sick. C’mon let’s go. Remember this night is about finding some hot, young guys. We spend too much time with these dinosaurs.”

My dad laughs and pats Alaric’s shoulder. “Good luck. She’s in a mood tonight.”

I narrow my eyes at him, and Alaric adds, “She’s always in a mood.”

I am too busy giving Alaric a death glare to notice the way Angela scooted over close to my dad. “So will you wait up for us?”

My dad looks down at her. “Of course.”

I quickly go over to her and pull her away. “We’re leaving now!”

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We arrive at the bar and have a drink downstairs with Alaric first. Only because he offered to buy us one. It’s bad karma to deny free drinks at the bar. The second we finish them, I grab Angela by the arm. “Alright, let’s go. I want to dance!”

I glance over to Alaric before we head upstairs. “Have fun drinking alone. Aren’t you glad you insisted on doing this for us?”

He just narrows his eyes at me. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

I narrow mine right back. “It’s none of your business if I do.”

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