Another One Bites the Dust
Graham
Do I have to? Can’t you handle it?
I skip my eyes past my phone screen to search for Beck in the crowd. The last I saw, he was nuzzling some blonde’s neck with his hands on her hips.
Come out, come out wherever you are.
After I come up empty-handed, I go back to my phone.
Me
If I have to go search for him and find him in the bathroom with some girl, I’m going to throw up the three celebratory shots I had.
Graham adds Noah to the group
Noah changes the name of the group
Two Drunk Siblings and Two Responsible Siblings
I look to the ceiling and sigh.
Me
Stop changing the name of the group text and get here to help me before Beck makes a fool of himself or worse…gets arrested!
The last thing our family needs right now is extra stress. Why can’t Beck understand that?
Graham
Fine. I’m on my way.
I sag with relief.
Thank you.
I slip my phone back into my pocket and look for Quinn.
I find her, but I also find Beck, and his hands aren’t around that blonde’s waist any longer.
Instead, they’re around some guy’s throat.
Chapter Four
ROME
This place is infinitely betterthan the last. There aren’t any cougars that smell of smoke, wearing thick eyeliner and whore-red lipstick, continuously scraping their nails against my chest while they go on about their divorce and how their ex-husband was lousy in the sheets.
This bar, miles from the strip, is more my style.
The women, though on different levels of life than I, are at least my age and don’t reek of cigarettes. Instead, they smell of flowery perfume, liquor, and bad choices.
Right up my ally.
The best part about it? They have noidea who I am.
Out of nowhere, a chick with wavy, thick hair slips in front of me. “Hurry. Dance with me.”
