“Sure. I moved to Toronto about five years ago when an opportunity came up to become a corporate accountant with a large not-for-profit there. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
Danny rattles on about his responsibilities and how rewarding it is. I’m sure he’s a great guy, but I can’t bring myself to like him.
“Wow, those are some amazing achievements,” I interrupt with more sarcasm than necessary, but it goes right over his head. “Your parents must be very proud.”
I look over at Hannah who is sitting up straight in her chair, her eyes grow big, and she mouths, “Stop it!”
I narrow my eyes at her. She glares back. I smirk. She quickly kicks my shin under the table. Ouch, that was rude.
I keep my eyes on her as she stares down at the tiny glass of amber liquid in front of her. She picks it up, locking eyes with me before raising it to her lips. She pauses for just a moment before throwing it back in one clean motion. Without missing a beat, she grabs a lime wedge and sucks it into her mouth, to help chase away the burn. She glares at me as she licks her lips slowly to wipe any traces left behind. Fuck that was hot.
“Damn,” Carson says, laughing. “It’s not very often you participate in shots, Hannah.”
“It’s not very often I feel the need to,” she replies, breaking eye contact with me.
“I love this song.” Beck jumps up from her chair and begins to shimmy in place.
Claire stands and sways her hips to the beat while Megan laughs at both of them. I haven’t been paying attention but it is clear that they are both feeling good.
“Here we go,” Ryan mutters, as he watches Beck closely. “Do us all a favour and try not to go all Coyote Ugly tonight, yeah?”
“You just dated yourself, pretty boy. I was like five when that came out, but I’ll try to be a good girl.” Beck blows him a kiss, as she turns on her heel and drags Claire towards the dance floor to where a group has started line dancing to A Bar Song.
It’s only then that I realize that much of the crowd is wearing cowboy boots including Beck and Claire. Since when did Bob’s have line dancing?
“Coyote Ugly? Pretty boy? What’s that about?” I ask Ryan who’s glaring at the back of Beck’s head.
“Beck has been known to occasionally dance on stages, tables, bar tops or just about any other available high surfaces and generally do anything she can to piss Ryan off when she’s been drinking,” Carson explains with a laugh as he stands and claps my back.
“Is there something going on between you two?” I point between Ryan and Beck.
“Not in this lifetime. She is the true definition of trouble,” he says as he continues to watch her stomp, kick, and clap on the crowded dance floor with Claire by her side.
Everyone is now hooting and singing along to Fake I.D. by Big and Rich. It couldn’t be me – I would be tripping over my feet out there.
Hannah stands and puts her hand on Danny’s shoulder.
Leaning down, she whispers, “I need to use the restroom. I’ll be right back.”
He looks up at her and smiles. “I’ll wait here.”
“Do you want me to come with you?” Meg asks already standing.
“No, you go dance and I’ll meet you out there in a bit.” Hannah takes off towards the restrooms on the other side of the bar.
Carson has been watching Megan all night, so I’m not surprised when he follows her towards the dance floor. However, I am surprised by the cowboy hat that has magically appeared on his head. Where did that come from? Riot and Danny chat while Ryan continues to scowl.Alrighty then.
“I’m going to grab another drink from the bar. Can I grab another pitcher for the table?”
“A pitcher of water,” Ryan grumbles as he watches the girls dancing across the crowded room.
“Okay,” I drawl, glancing at Riot.
He shrugs his shoulders in response. Well, that’s helpful.
I don’t even ask Danny what he wants because fuck that guy.
“Water it is. I’ll be right back.”
