The burn of alcohol had long since passed, leaving me with only a pleasant tipsy feeling that I was really beginning to like.
“What an ass!” Cheyenne shouted, slamming her own shot glass down. “He actually said that to you?”
I nodded, grabbing a lime wedge and sucking the juice from it. I was well on my way to getting wasted, and I wasn’t sure I cared at this point.
“Why do guys do that? I’m upset about something, so Imusthave my period! Do they not realize that they’re the problem?”
“Of course not,” she snorted, signaling to Lizzy that we needed refills. “If a woman is grouchy, there can only be one way to explain it.”
“But if a man is grouchy, he must have a good excuse.”
Lizzy grinned as she strolled over, bottle in hand. “You know, men get their periods, too.”
“Yeah, but they don’t have the accompanying blood and cramps. It’s not fair. Why do women get stuck with all the bad stuff? Periods, childbirth, menopause—” I ranted.
“Boobs!” Cheyenne added.
“Exactly! They just have their dicks swinging around. They don’t have to keep their balls balanced in cups that are too small with not enough support. What the hell was God thinking when he designed the male form?”
Lizzy poured us each a shot, then joined in with one of her own. “He was thinking that men couldn’t handle pushing a baby out of a tiny hole or dealing with hot flashes. And don’t get me started on the boob thing. With as much as they play with their balls, you would think they wouldn’t have such a complex about them.”
I sighed, knowing it was unfair to talk about this with Liam’s sister. “I’m a shit friend.”
“No, you’re not,” she grinned. “Besides, what happens at the bar, stays at the bar.”
“Unless it’s a baby. That’ll follow you home,” Cheyenne said in way of a toast.
“Well, there will be no babies over here,” I grumbled. “Not after the way he looked at me today. You’d think I was the enemy instead of his girlfriend.”
Then I laughed when I realized we hadn’t even made it a week.
“Maybe that’s all we were meant to have. Less than a week of fun to show that it would never work between us. That I was doomed to be hopelessly in love with a man who could never truly love me back.”
“Because he has no boobs,” Cheyenne agreed. “If you can’t make it with Liam, how the hell are the rest of us supposed to find someone?”
“God, that’s a depressing thought,” Lizzy sighed.
Gripping Lizzy’s hand in mine, I hoped I wasn’t overstepping the line regarding her brother.
“He really is a good man.”
“Oh, hell no,” she yelled, yanking her hand out from under mine. “Don’t pull that shit with me. He’s being an ass. After all you’ve done for him?—”
“Yeah, after you stabbed him,” Cheyenne laughed.
“It was an accident! He freaked me out, and it was a perfectly natural reaction to throw something at an intruder.”
“See, I was thinking of getting a security system,” Lizzy chuckled, “but maybe I should just hire you instead.”
“Hey, if you had seen him in the apartment after you’d just cleared all the rooms like you were in Baghdad, searching for terrorists, you would have done the same exact thing!”
“She’s right,” Cheyenne agreed. “Especially if I was wearing my boots.”
She hoisted her leg in the air, showing off her undergarments to everyone in the bar as she did so.
“These puppies have gotten me so many dates. There’s no way I would risk their life for anyone. Even if he was the love of my life.”
“Hey! Can I get some beer down here?” someone at the end of the bar shouted.
