“No!” Scarlet sings, hand on heart. “I suggested Indian at home, but these bitches twisted my arm.”
“Cocktails, girls. We need cocktails.” Lucy grins, turning up the music.
Admittedly, it’s been a good day. Lucy and Megan haven’t stopped running around me while Scarlet has been trying to lift our moods. I adore them for it.
We sit on the terrace at Pons, eating a sharing platter whilst we sink more cocktails than food.
I can think of a hundred reasons why I shouldn’t be out spending money right now, but I know I need this, time with my girls chatting shit and getting day drunk.
What could go wrong?
Bouncing through the crowd, I make my way to the bar and order a round of shots. Downing two, I stack the tiny glasses and pay the barman. I lift the other three shots off the bar and dance my way back to the girls.
“Thanks!” Megan shouts over the music, stepping away from the guys she has been dancing with all night.
She eyes the shot I handed her and frowns. “Where’s the rest of it?”
“Sorry.” I wince, swaying on my feet.
“You need water!” Lucy chuckles as she appears at my side, grabbing my hand and pulling me in the direction of the bar.
But I don’t want water.
“I want to dance!” I pull her back and spin her around, but she trips on her heel and crumbles to the floor. “Oops.”
“Nina!” she shouts, laughing as she lies on her back.
“Come on.” I pull on her arm. “Let’s dance on the tables until they tell us off.”
She smiles up at me. “Why you so badass?”
We link arms and dance over to the tables at the back of the room. I pick one and then look down at my heels.
Thankfully, the guy who is sat at said table notices. Smirking, he lifts his pint and gestures to the table as if to tell me it’s all mine. He stands and offers me his hand, so I take it and use the chair he just vacated to climb up.
“Thank you!” I shout, pointing at him with a cheesy wink.
“What a babe.” Lucy nudges me, taking my hand as she climbs up behind me.
The DJ starts playing “Me & U” by Biscits and puts a shout out to the two hotties in the back, making us both cheer like a pair of teenage girls.
We draw attention from every eye in the club, and before long, all the girls are searching for a table to dance on.
I’m mid slut drop, just about to work my butt back up and into Lucy, when my eyes lock onto Mason.
Oh, Fuck.
THIRTY
Nina
He steps up to the edge of the table, his strong hands finding my waist as he lifts me effortlessly and places me on the ground. My feet hit the floor, and I stare at him through a drunken haze.
Now isn’t the time to do this.
“It hurts to look at your face,” I tell him.
He nods, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he watches me.
