“Okay.” Addie holds up her hands.
He taps the counter. “Barkeep, another!”
“Who are you? Thor?” James says before taking a drink of his beer.
“He wishes he were me.” Beau flips his medium-length hair dramatically.
“Are we heading to the club or what?” Rowan asks.
This is how I know Rowan is seven drinks deep. He’sthe last person to suggest going to a club, but heisthe birthday boy, so we have no choice but to do as he says.
“Honey, are you sure you want to go?” Ellie asks, placing a hand on his stomach.
Rowan looks down and grins. “You are just so cute.” He bops her nose. “Onward! To the club we shall go.”
“Follow thy king,” Beau yells.
“What the hell is going on?” Hailey says.
“If they continue this,” Riley says as she walks in front of me, “I’ll have no choice but to sue for emotional damage.”
“No one is allowed to leave until Rowan leaves,” I say from behind them.
Riley looks over her shoulder. “Who died and made you queen?”
“You mean king?”
“Nope.” She gives me a grin. “Pretty sure I said queen.”
I guess it’s a good thing this is an adult-only resort. I’m sure children would be terrified to see two large men speaking the medieval language while slinging their drinks around.
The club is outside, near the same pool I was lounging earlier. Blue, pink, and purple lighting glow under the water. Party goers are in the pool while others walk around talking, laughing, and dancing.
A remix of songs plays through large speakers that stand tall on each side of the DJ’s booth.
A bachelorette group gathers around a standing table. One of them wears a headband with two pink penises bouncing on springs.
“Damn. And I thought I was the life of the party,” Beau says, staring at the same woman.
I smirk. “I bet you ten bucks to go over there and persuade her to let you wear it.”
Beau scoffs, turning to me as he walks backward. “That’s the easiest ten bucks I’ll make.”
I wiggle my fingers in a wave, and he gives me two thumbs up.
“Hi,” a soft voice says to me.
I turn to see a woman looking at me and take a step back when I realize just how close she is. Her hair is a faded pink, her nose is freckled, and she has big brown eyes. She’s wearing a long dress that drops to the ground.
“Hello,” I say, stuffing my free hand in my pocket.
“My name’s Casey.” She holds out her hand. Her fingers are painted a light yellow and the bracelets on her wrist cling together.
“August.”
“So August, what brings you here?”
I point my beer bottle toward Rowan, who is getting alcohol shot into his mouth with a water gun while Ellie laughs and cheers. He’s going to have a massive hangover tomorrow.
