The drink was equal parts lemonade and alcohol, guaranteed to knock them both on their asses. But if they each only had one and sipped at it for the next hour, it shouldn’t betoobad.
Setting the menu aside, he flagged down the bartender. “Two Blue Sky Lemonades, please.”
The woman behind the bar cocked a brow and asked for their IDs which they eagerly provided. After a careful check, she nodded and handed them back before turning to mix up their drinks.
“There you go. Enjoy.”
Picking up his cup full of bright blue liquid, he tapped his glass to Kylie’s. “Here’s lookin’ at you, kid.”
The quote made her giggle, and she sipped at her drink, her eyes going wide as she let out a happy little hum. “Oh this isdelicious.”
Before he could stop her, she’d downed half the drink.
So much for taking it slow.
Oh, well. As long ashetook it slow so he could keep an eye on her, Mommy couldn’t get too mad at him.
Right?
Addison
She’d forgotten how much she loved the theatre. Missoula and Butte were both much closer to the Ranch, close enough for a night out with her Little ones sometime, and she made a mental note to see if there was anything coming up they might all like to go see. As much as she enjoyed their Little sides, she reallyhadbeen looking forward to a more grown-up date with them and a trip to the theatre would certainly fit the bill.
As the lights came up, she stepped out into the aisle so her little troupe could walk ahead of her and she could keep an eye on them. As college students, they’d usually have a bit more freedom on trips like this, but as submissives at Rawhide U, that freedom was significantly more restricted.
“All right, girls. You know the drill. Straight to the hotel and then it’s lights-out for everyone.”
As expected, her announcement was met with plenty of sighing and a healthy bit of whining before they all agreed. Outside, they turned as one toward the hotel two blocks down. It was significantly colder than it had been on the walk to the theatre, so nobody tried to linger or draw things out.
Until Lucy Goode stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, a happy squeal slipping from her lips as she bounced on her toes. “Professor Renard, you didn’t tell us Kylie was coming! Why didn’t she come to the show with us?”
“What? Kylie isn’t here, she’s back at the Ranch.”
Frowning, Lucy shook her head and pointed at a large, well-lit window in front of her. “No, she and Danny are right there.”
They weren’t. Of course they weren’t. She’d given themveryspecific instructions not to leave the Ranch while she was so far away.
And yet… there they were. Heads thrown back in laughter right before they each downed a shot of some kind of clear liquor.
Fury bubbled in her chest, but she did her best to swallow it down as she yanked open the door to the bar. “Wait right here. I won’t be long. And if a single one of you is not waiting in thisexact spotwhen I get back, I promise you will be writing lines until your hand falls off.”
With that dire warning issued, she stormed inside, forcing her expression to stay as neutral as she could manage as she walked up to the bar. “What is going on here?”
“Mommy!” Kylie’s happy, drunken squeal echoed through the bar a moment before she slapped a hand over her mouth. “Whoops,” she whispered through her fingers, “I forgot we’re not at the Ranch.”
Ignoring the curious stare from the woman behind the bar, Addison took each of her wayward Littles by the arm and dragged them over to a somewhat private corner. “You two are in so much trouble. But clearly you aren’t in any state to discuss it right now. Have you paid your tab?”
“Umm.” Eyes somewhat glazed, Danny glanced over at Kylie, his nose scrunching in consideration. “I think the nice bartender lady still has my card.”
“All right. Come with me, both of you.”
Forcing a smile she didn’t remotely feel, Addison dragged them back to the bar. “My… Daniel would like to close out his tab.”
One brow arching in a look that would have done any Domme proud, the bartender glanced between her and Danny. “That true, Daniel? Are you ready to close out?”
“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you for all the drinks, they were delicious.”
The bartender eyed them all curiously a moment longer before nodding her head and turning to produce a shockingly high bill as well as Danny’s debit card. Addison helped him figure out the tip—a generous one, because it wasn’t the bartender’s fault her Little ones had disobeyed her so blatantly—then once more took them by the arm to guide them outside.
