I downed the rest of my beer and prayed it would be enough to enjoy myself. Maysie plopped down beside me, and nudged me with her shoulder. “Your face is gonna freeze like that, just sayin’,” she warned, taking the empty bottle out of my hand and putting it on the coffee table. I plastered a smile on my face and widened my eyes dramatically.
“Better?” I asked through gritted teeth. Maysie grimaced.
“You look like an ax murderer, stop it!” My mouth relaxed and I sighed.
“Do you mind if I head out soon? I’m just not feeling this tonight,” I asked as a girl with too much makeup and had somehow lost half of her clothing, stepped on my foot as she walked by.
“Oh sorry,” she slurred, leaning down precariously to pat the top of my foot. I snatched it back and held up my hand.
“No big. It’s fine,” I said, not really meaning it. That had really hurt! The girl squinted at me as she swayed on her feet.
“Is your name Leah?” she asked suddenly. I glanced at Maysie who was looking amused.
“Can’t say it is,” I replied. The girl grinned and sat down beside me, leaning into my face.
“Good because if you were I’d have to kick your ass. That bitch slept with my boyfriend,” she said unevenly. She stuck her face within an inch of mine forcing me to lean back.
“Have you seen her? Cause I’ma gonna kicksh her ash,” the girl slurred. Jeesh, understanding her almost necessitated a translator.
I pointed over the girl’s shoulder. “I saw her go in there,” I said. Drunk girl fell forward, wrapping her arms around me in what I supposed was meant to be a hug.
“Thanksh so mush. I’ma gonna kicksh her ash,” she mumbled, getting unsteadily to her feet and hobbling in the direction I had sent her.
“Did you know who she was talking about?” Maysie asked after the girl had left.
I shook me head. “Hell no. I just needed my personal space back,” I retorted, digging my cell phone out of my pocket. “Mays, it’s already one in the morning, I really think I’m gonna head out,” I pleaded. Maysie patted my back.
“Okay, okay. I know when you’ve had your fill. Let me go find Jordan and he can give you a lift, you’ve had way too much to drink. He’ll be ready to get out of here anyway.” Maysie smiled at me and held up a finger. “Just give me one minute,” she promised.
“What about my car?” I asked in a panic, not wanting to leave my baby here. Who knows what these people would do to her? Okay, I talked about my car like it was an actual person. What can I say, I was attached to it.
Maysie rolled her eyes. “It’ll be fine. I’ll bring you back in the morning to get it,” she promised. “Now just hang tight, I’ll be right back.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Just make sure that one minute doesn’t turn into twenty. Or I’m hunting you down,” I warned. Maysie grinned and left me alone.
Well not for long.
“This seat taken?”
The cushion sagged under the weight of my new couch buddy. I looked over and had to suppress a groan. Garrett Bellows popped the top off a beer and handed it to me. Hadn’t we already said enough to each other earlier this evening? What could top being labeled a pretentious stuck up? Not much I’m sure.
“You’re lookin’ a little thirsty, sweetheart,” he said before opening his own drink and taking a swig. I held the frosty bottle in my hand, wondering what sort of horrible thing I had done in a past life to warrant these repeated forms of torture.