Angel Tara is suspiciously silent.
I glance at the screen, waiting for the blurriness to subside. How many shots did I have, anyway?
I pull up Axel’s name and type.
Tara:Where are you?
My cell buzzes immediately.
Axel:At Xander’s.
Tara:With the babies?
I blink, some rational part of my brain telling me I’ll regret this tomorrow, but drunk as I am, I can’t bring myself to care.
Axel:What babies and where are you???
Tara:The kids we would’ve had if we’d stayed together.
I think I misspelled a few words but can’t be sure. I hit send anyway.
Axel:WHERE ARE YOU? Did your dick of a date get you drunk?
Tara:Yep, I’m drunk. The phone’s spinning. What date?
Axel:TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE?
Tara:Amy’s bachelorette party.
Axel:WHERE???
I lean over in my seat and nearly topple onto the floor. Amy, who just walked over, flings herself into a chair.
“Why’s the ceiling going in circles?”
“Ames, where are we?” I ask, glancing up in the direction my sister points, narrowing my gaze to see if I can see circles, too.
“We’re at Shenannananigans,” Amy says.
I do my best to spell that for Axel and send him the name of the bar.
“Amy!” My stepsister’s fiancé, Kenneth, strides up to her. “Honey, are you okay?”
I glance over to see my sister still staring at the ceiling. “She’s drunk,” I tell him.
“So is you,” Amy says.
“Yep.”
Kenneth shakes his head and gestures for a server to come over. “Can I get two glasses of water for the women?” he asks.
“Coming right up,” the familiar redhead says.
“No water. My bladder’s full.” Amy clutches her stomach.
“Let’s go to the ladies’ room,” I say, grabbing Amy’s hand and pulling her up.
“Come right back here,” Kenneth orders. “No more alcohol.”
