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“What do you think so far?” Norah asks as she turns those radiant blue eyes on me.
“Of the house or the song?”
“The song, obviously. Who wants a big bootie ho who grinds down on the floo?” she sings to the song while twerking her ass.
I shake my head, laughing as I watch her.
“You should put that on your business card,” I tell her. “The twerking agent.”
She raises her eyebrows and points at me. “I like the way you think, Mr. Gambill.”
Wendy doesn’t come back, so we wander around the house, peeking into rooms and getting lost.
I like the other house way better. This one is not for me.
We step into the kitchen and there are about thirty or forty kids crammed in there. Wendy is in the attached living room by the stereo arguing with a teenage girl.
“Holy shit!” a guy says when he sees us walking in. “That’s Austin Gambill!”
“Whoa!” another guy says when he spots me. He hops off the counter and comes rushing over. “What are you doing here, man?”
We start to get swarmed as my name quickly moves around the house.
I grab onto Norah’s hand and step beside her, shielding her with my body. I don’t like these drunk boys so close to her, but for now, they’re only focused on me.
I turn to see if she’s okay only to find her smiling up at me. She’s enjoying this.
“Dude, that goal last week was nuts!” a large guy with a chipped tooth says. “That deke was pure fire.”
“Do you guys want a drink?” the first guy who spotted us asks. “Dude, pass me two beers!”
Two beer bottles are thrust at us out of nowhere.
Norah grabs them both in one hand and in one smooth motion, she kicks the bottom of one which pops the cap off the other. The cap sails into the air and before it even lands, she pops off the second one using a ring on her finger.
She hands me a smoking beer bottle with a grin as both caps land on the tiled floor.
“What are you some kind of bartender Batman?” I ask, staring at her in awe.
She laughs and in that beautiful moment, I know I’m in love.
“How did you do that?” one of the guys asks.
All of the attention is now on her.
“I’ll show you if you promise to only practice on soda bottles until you turn twenty-one,” she says.
“We do,” they lie.
She shows them how to open a bottle with a kick and a few of them start grabbing new bottles out of the fridge. There are definitely a few beer bottles among them.
We have a few sips of beer and then sneak away while they all start trying the cool move.
“I don’t know who’s more famous at this party,” I say with a grin as we sneak upstairs with our bottles. “You or me.”
“Definitely me,” Norah says as she turns around with a grin. “Anyone can push a puck into a net but how many people can open two beer bottles in less than three seconds?”
“You’re full of surprises,” I say as I try to keep my eyes on hers and not on her ass. It’s so hard not to look when she’s walking up the stairs in front of me. She’s irresistible. “Are you a big party girl or something?”
