“Let’s do this, bitches!” Dilynne, Henley’s younger sister and Elliot’s nemesis, screams over the chaos just as the mechanical bull lurches to life. “Yee-fucking-haw!”
“What are the chances?” I ask.
“Yup. It’s official. Someone upstairs fucking hates me,” Elliot mutters, but he doesn’t move from his seat, his eyes locked on Dilynne as she rolls her hips with the bull. I glance over at my friend, his jaw locked tight and his eyes narrowed, and for the life of me, I can’t understand why he’s still sitting here.
My attention moves back to Dilynne tossing her head back, shouting over the music. I take out my phone and snap a picture of her, just in case I need it for blackmail someday. Only a few seconds later, she gets whipped off the bull in a quick jolt. The crowd rings out with cheers and applause, and as I look over at Elliot, I watch him stand and adjust his junk before slamming down the rest of his beer and walking toward the bar.
Wait. Did he just…
“Let’s hear it for Dilynne, everyone!” the DJ shouts, cutting through my thoughts.
Before I think better of it, I pull out my phone and open my text thread with my sister.
Me:Do you know where your best friend is right now?
Her response is instant.
Laney:Oh God. Why? Is she in jail?
Me:No, and I’m not on duty, FYI. She’s riding a bull at The Charming Bull.
Laney:WHAT? How do you know that?
Me:Because I’m here and witnessing it with my own eyes.
Laney:Pics or it didn’t happen.
I exit out of our text exchange and attach the picture of Dilynne.
Laney:See? This is what happens when I get engaged and can’t supervise her anymore.
Me:You’re not her babysitter.
Laney:I know. But wait. What are YOU doing at The Charming Bull?
Me:I’m here with Elliot for emotional support. He thinks his dick is broken.
Laney:What???
Me:Long story.
Cheering interrupts my focus as Dilynne hops up from the ground, hands raised in the air. Then I see who’s up next.
Vienna.
Me:Gotta go.
Laney:What? You’re just going to leave me hanging like that? What about Elliot’s dick?
Me:That’s what she said.
I envision her eye roll.
Laney:You’re so immature.
Me:You love me.
Laney:I do. See you soon! Hope you both score!
