Seth squawked. "I'm not a fucking virgin!"
Gael handed him a non-alcoholic shot glass. Seth continued glaring as he took his own shot. He sputtered, sending liquid splashing from his lips.
"He's also complete shit at taking his own medicine," Gael added.
"You guys suck," Seth complained as he wiped his chin with his hand.
"Liam's turn now," Nathan said. "Let's see what you got."
Liam went silent. He seemed to be studying the shot glasses intently. Without lifting his eyes, he spoke the next words in a hushed voice.
"Do you guys know what happens when two stars collide?"
I couldn't stop the sappy smile from sneaking across my face. The others looked confused. Liam shot me a look, an equally warm smile playing on his lips. That had been meant for me alone.
"I don't get it," Gael said, looking between the two of us.
"Inside joke," I said.
"You two already have inside jokes?" Nathan raised an eyebrow.
I mumbled something indistinct, not trying to explain. I took the shot glass, ready to toss it back.
Liam put a hand on mine, stopping me.
"What do you say we skip out?" he asked.
"And do what?"
"Let's dance," he suggested. "I'm still pumped up from the concert, aren't you? Let's work off some of that energy."
I shot a glance at the guys. Gael eyed us for a moment, but returned his attention back to the game, seemingly not thinking anything was unusual about the offer.
I took Liam's hand and let him lead me through the crowded club. He kept us to the edge of the the dance floor, away from the press of bodies.
"Don't want your legions of fans to see us and end up getting mobbed," he explained.
"You just want to feel me up in a dark corner," I said.
"That's a perk," he acknowledged with a wicked grin.
I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders. He put one hand on my hip, his thumb rubbing small circles in the hollow. He put the other on the small of my back, pressing us close. I shivered, remembering what it had felt like to have those hands under my clothes, on my bare skin.
"What was with that pineapple comment?" Liam asked as we swayed together.
"Let's just say it involves a drunken party, a terrible dare, and a sore ass the next morning."
Liam raised an eyebrow.
"Trust me," I said. "You don't want to know more."
"That's a weird game," he replied. "Is it all supposed to be truthful statements?"
"You have first hand experience I'm not on my period," I chuckled. "Are you worried about what Nate said?"
Liam's lips pursed.
"You know you're not washed up," I scolded him. "You're supposed to have an ego to rival my own."
