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We like him, but he spends too much time drinking, partying, and fucking anything that moves. I look over to where he is nodding to. There’s a girl with long, brown hair, and a tight, purple dress, who is dancing with some hot friends.

Honestly, it's been a week since I last spoke to Allie. She sent me a text, one text, telling me she doesn’t want to see me. I sent her twelve back asking why the fuck not and tried calling her. I told Harley after he saw me throw my phone at a wall when Luke called me, just because of that fucking ringtone, which reminds me of her. I have another new phone now, and it still plays that ringtone. The staff at Apple said they changed it, but it went straight back to that ringtone a few hours later.

Izzy has taken over Allie’s side of the wedding plans and won't tell me why. She just gave me a sympathetic look and helped me sort the rest of the details out.

"Let's go," Daniel says, standing and expecting me to follow. I look over at Blake and Sebastian, who are still drinking and laughing at something. Luke is off in one of the back rooms, doing god knows what with a stripper. Harley is at the bar, ignoring us and the women dancing around him. I follow Daniel over to the girls.

"Can we buy you two a drink?" Daniel asks with a smile at them.

The girl with the brown hair just smiles at me as she answers, "No, we have one, but thanks. My name is Cindy, and this is Layla." She nods at the blonde, who’s moved closer to Daniel. I doubt those are their real names by the way they are dressed. I wouldn't be surprised if they work here.

Cindy moves closer to me and runs her hand up my arm, asking, "What's your name, sexy man?" She winks, but it doesn’t work on her, in fact, it just makes her fake lashes look like they are about to fall off. I’m really not drunk enough, or in the fucking mood, for this. I don’t know why I came over.

"Elliot," I say curtly, and she moves closer. I can't get thoughts about an annoying blonde, who never shuts up, out of my head.

"Nice to meet you, Elliot. Want to dance?" she asks, fluttering her fake eyelashes at me. I hesitate for a second. I don’t know why I'm thinking about saying yes, dancing with this random girl, and then, no doubt, taking her home tonight.The thought isn’t anything I want. One look at the girl tells me what I need to know.

"No," I reply and walk away.

I leave Daniel with them and join Sebastian and Blake.

"Dude, how did you know?" Blake asks, handing Sebastian a twenty.

"I'm smart," Sebastian laughs,taking the money.

"What bet did you win?" I ask, knowing my brother and best friend.

"That you wouldn’t talk to that girl for more than five minutes, and you wouldn’t dance with her. Blake said ten and he was sure you would give her a dance," he says, and Blake shakes his head.

“Fuckers,” I mutter and take a shot off the bar in front of them.

I scowl at them, while both take a shot.

"Allie?" Blake asks with a smirk.

"Shut the fuck up," I say and smirk at them both.

"Bro, take it from two guys who met the right girls. Don't give up," Sebastian says. His eyes are hazy, and I wonder how much more he’s going to drink before I wind up carrying him out.

"Would any of you boys like a dance?" a busty girl asks, pushing her chest out as she leans over the table, collecting our empty drink glasses.

"Nah, you’re wasting your time here, but another round of drinks would be good." Blake laughs.

"Man, I’m screwed," I say as she walks away.The fact I wasn’t even slightly interested in her says it all. Allie has me under her fucking spell.

"Yeah, you are," Blake agrees, while Sebastian types away on his phone.

"Can't stay away?" I ask him.

"Just warning her how I’m going to be inside her soon, making her scream my name," Sebastian says seriously and then grins while I snort in laughter with Blake.

"I'm going to chat with Harley. I'm sure Blake needs all the tips you can give him."

I laugh when Blake shouts, "Fuck you!"

“You do realise he would be using those skills on our sister,” Seb says.

I choke out, “Fuck, that was a bad idea; forget it, brother.”

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