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“Why should I care?” Siobhan asks and dips me.
“I’m not looking to get punched in the face again.”
I reach across Siobhan and stroke Hunter’s pale, freckled cheek. “If things get too rowdy, we’ll just leave.”
“No, we’ll have the bitches thrown out,” Siobhan mutters as she spins me around. “The club owns a piece of this place. That’s why we’re here.”
Trusting Siobhan’s words, Hunter chills out and dances with us. When the SHeDAISY song starts playing for a fifth time, Bridezilla jumps up and yells, “Oh, hell no!”
“Here we go,” Hunter says and rubs her jaw.
Bridezilla’s friend yells, “Use our playlist!”
“Listen, bitch!” Carys hollers from the other side of the bar. “We reserved our table! We paid the DJ to play our music! If you don’t like that shit, get the fuck out!”
“This is a free country, skank!” Bridezilla screams back. “Don’t tell me where to fucking go!”
“Uh-oh,” Siobhan says as Carys stands up and waddles toward the other women.
“Skank?” Carys snarls. “You’re such a whore, you won’t even feel it when I shove a chair up your giant hooch!”
Hunter steps in front of Carys, “Good Lord, settle your hormonal ass down.”
After Bridezilla says something to her friends, one of them screams, “Yeah, ginger, get that bitch under control!”
As Hunter and Petra play buffers to keep a cussing Carys from reaching her victim, Siobhan kisses my cheek.
“I’m going to play peacemaker,” she says and walks to the women’s table.
“Everything’s fine,” Siobhan says with her hands out. “You’re getting married to a welder or, um, maybe a jet ski salesman. Good for you, hot stuff. But keep in mind, my bestie is marrying a rich guy who can kill your man. So, let’s not make this a contest, okay?”
“Congratulations,” I say to the other bride-to-be before my brain catches up to how Siobhan isn’t being helpful.
Bridezilla narrows her eyes, preparing to unleash insults. One of her friends whispers something in her ear. Whatever she says throws cold water on the future bride’s burning hot resentment.
“Share the DJ, okay?” Bridezilla grumbles between clenched teeth.
“We’ll try, but I’ve got to have my jams,” Siobhan replies and shakes her ass to SHeDAISY.
As the women arrive at an edgy understanding, I count the number of them versus my group’s numbers. After factoring in my security detail, I feel comfortable turning my back on the rowdy women.
Siobhan and I return to where Carys has worn herself out. She’s now sitting with her feet up as Petra fans her flushed face.
“I’m so excited to have a baby girl,” Carys tells her old friend. “You had your two girls and then a boy. I just flipped it, but we’re the same.”
Petra shrugs. “Well, except for how you like your husband, and I hope mine dies from a festering dick wound.”
“But I chose Pork Chop,” Carys points out and tugs Petra closer. “You haven’t gotten to choose a sexy guy or a hot lady yet.”
“I don’t know what I want,” my sister admits before shrugging. “I think maybe I just want to be on my own with no one bossing me around.”
“Amen,” Hunter says and lifts her newly served Jello shot.
I drink mine and check my phone for updates on the kids. I take a selfie with Siobhan and Petra to send to the nanny so she can show Jacinda and Hector.
While Siobhan orders quesadillas to satisfy her sister’s newest craving, I text Bear and let him know I’m drunk, horny, and thinking of him.
He replies immediately, “You interrupted my bible study.”
