Next up is Marisol. She's miffed that they don't have any current salsa hits by balladeer Marc Anthony to choose from, so she settles with "Rhythm is Gonna Get You" by Gloria Estefan. Marisol can actually carry a tune and is probably going to be the best singer of the night.
Kate steps up next and thankfully brings the room into the twenty-first century with "Ex's and Oh's" by Elle King. She drags me up kicking and screaming for the latter part of the song, but I'm glad that she does, because it raises my spirits and temporarily gets me out of my own thoughts.
Jason asks me to sing the "A Whole New World" duet from the Disney movieAladdin, but when I decline, he decides to pass on performing a song altogether. Then sits there with a screwed up face.
Saint on the other hand is feeling no pain and it's almost as if he's chomping at the bit to sing. I know this is going to be bad. I just didn't know how bad. His song selection is Ginuwine's "Pony." Complete with raunchy stripper moves and dedicated especially to me.
He's a little angry.
And a lot drunk.
I know the best thing would be to cut the night short and get him back to the hotel where he can sleep it off.
But after his last pony gyration in front of my face, and a lot of Marisol and Kate's whooping and hollering to add fuel to the fire, Jason can't take it anymore. So he stands up and yokes Saint back by the neck.
Then fists started flying.
Sam tries to get in between them and accidentally gets clocked in the eye.
Kate is screaming.
Marisol runs out the room to get some help.
And I am literally on Saint's back.
"Get off me!" he yells and swings.
I'm not sure if he is yelling at me, Jason, or both of us but I'm not budging. I hope that if I don't get off of him, he'll eventually stop. I can't even believe they are scuffling this long. That's how I know Saint's drunk. Sober he would have been able to put someone like Jason down with one swing.
"Stop it, Saint," I beg.
"Fuck that!" he roars. "I'm sick of this motherfucker."
Marisol comes running back in and speaks to the room like a high school principal.
"The police are going to be called in three minutes if you don't stop right now, Mr. Stevenson. Is that the kind of press you want after the game you've had today!?"
Saint stops moving, but is still holding Jason by the collar.
I'm still on Saint's back relieved that they've stopped.
Jason puts his hands down, but is glaring at me now.
"Have you already slept with him?" he asks incredulously. "You couldn't be that stupid."
And that's when Saint knocks Jason to the floor with one strong jab. Face first. Jason's mouth hits the tile floor and a tooth flies out and slides across the floor.
"Don't you ever fucking talk to her like that again."
I'm stunned.
Completely stunned at the mess I've created.
I slide down Saint's back and run out of the room.
Marisol follows me.
"What just happened in there?"
