The couple walks our way, joining us.
“Hey. What’s going on?”
“Man, you need to try this,” Max says, grabbing my drink and handing it to him.
“Yeah, man. Best shit ever,” Mason says with a straight face.
Adrianna gives me a look, but I give her a quick shake of the head. She smiles, looking up at Eli.
“Are you going to try it or not?” she taunts him. “I’ll drink it if you won’t.”
He glares at her before he shoots the whole glass back. When he pulls it away, he coughs, putting his hands on his knees.
“Fuck, is that rocket fuel?”
We all laugh as he sputters.
“Evil. All of you. Especially you, woman.” He tickles her, making her giggle.
“I wanted to see if you would do it,” she admits.
“Oh god. I better go greet people. Can someone please call my asshole of a best friend and figure out if she is planning to come to her engagement party at some point today?”
I laugh as Adrianna pulls out her phone.
“Chaotic Chloe strikes again. I’m sure they are fucking in a closet or some shit,” I tell the group.
“Yeah, I heard they got caught in the locker room at the rink. They really like to test the fates,” Mason adds.
Before anyone else can speak, there is a commotion from the front of the room. After a moment, I see Chloe standing on a table in a white dress that looks like it has seen better days. Brantley is next to the table, his hands out to catch the accident-prone girl when she inevitably falls. His suit doesn’t look in much better shape.
“We have an announcement to make. We went to Vegas and got married!” she shouts out to the room.
“What the…” I trail off.
“Fuck,” Adrianna finishes for me.
“Is she insane?” Mason growls. “Olivia is going to kick her ass. They have been planning their weddings since they were kids.”
“Oh fuck. This isn’t going to end well,” Eli mumbles.
“Should we stop it?” Max asks.
“Never get between those two. Brantley would be wise to move away,” Mason whispers as Olivia makes it to the table.
Oh yeah. All hell is about to break loose.
MAX
After some argument and Chloe falling off the table into Brantley’s arms, the party turned from an engagement party to an impromptu reception. Eli hooked his phone to the speakers in the room, playing traditional wedding music.
Mason called down to the kitchen and had them send up more food, knowing we were going to be here longer than we originally planned.
I called our distributor and paid a pretty penny for them to bring us their best champagne in bulk so we could celebrate in style.
All in all, everything worked out.
“I love her,” Brantley tells me, staring out at our girls dancing on the floor together.
