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He handed it to her and leaned in for a quick kiss. “Thanks for comin’, Mom,” he teased, as the super-hot cocktail waitress came by and asked him if they needed anything. “Nah, we’re good, Heather. Thanks, baby.”
He and Amara both turned back towards the railing and focused their attention on the dance floor.
“You hammered yet?” she asked him, taking a few quick sips of her drink, hoping to get there soon herself.
“Yep. Slowin’ down for a bit. Been rippin’ whisky since the arena. Not tryin’ to be a fuckin’ hot mess just yet.”
“Too late for that,” she teased, looking over at him, but his eyes didn’t budge. He was still hyper-focused on the dance floor. She leaned over to his ear so she didn’t have to yell as loud. “You should just go for it with him.”
He shot her a look like she was crazy, pointing down at him. “Yeah, well. He’s a little preoccupied at the moment.” A few other guys had joined him and distracted some of the girls, but he had begun grinding with two of them, one in front of him and one behind him, and their hands were exploring all of his body.
“You know he’s an attention whore. I’m telling you, he feels it, too.”
Ty leaned into her ear. “And so, what? I just go down there, grab him, and start makin’ out with him in the middle of a crowded club in front of our entire fuckin’ team? That’ll go over real well.”
“That’s not what I said. But if you invite him over later tonight, I guarantee you he shows up.”
“Alright, fuck this,” he said, turning away from the railing and grabbing her by the hand. “I’m ready to be a hot mess. Shots?” he asked, leading her back towards their table and sitting area in the lounge. They sat down together and he flagged Heather, ordering two shots of Jaegermeister, which arrived within a minute.
“Oh my God,” she complained, picking it up and sniffing it. “People are still drinking this? You know how many nights this shit had me on my literal deathbed?”
“Oh, suck it up,” he said, clinking her glass and throwing it back. A couple of the other guys waved Hayes over to where they were standing. “Hey, I’ll be back, OK? Anything you want, let Heather know. It’s all paid for, babe.”
She watched him walk away, slammed the shot, and sucked down the rest of her Jack, promptly ordering another when Heather came around again. She was starting to feel pretty good, but, as usually happened at these things, she found herself alone again. Since the outside sitting area was closed due to the weather, she grabbed her phone from her clutch and decided maybe it’d be fun to send Jake a few flirty texts.
A: What are you up to, sexy?
J: Lying here, thinking about you, actually.
A: Good to know. Thinking about you, too.
J: Can't wait to see you again.
A: Out with some friends right now. What if I swing by afterwards? We can, you know...talk. Or something.
J: Was trying to be a good boy, but you're making it really hard. In more ways than one.
J: Text me when you're on your way.
She’d just finished her drink when Ty came back over, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up. “Come on, let’s go dance. I know I’m fuckin’ terrible, but it’s my birthday, so you can’t say no.”
“Ugh, fine,” she complained, following him as he led her towards the stairs and stopped at the top of them.
“Maybe you should take the lead,” he slurred, swaying a bit.
“Hey: no coke tonight?” she asked.
He shook his head no.
“Good. Keep it that way.”
“Yes, Mom.”
She pulled his hand and led him down the stairs to the first floor of the club. When they got there, he sauntered behind her with his hands around her waist, and she noticed a lot of eyes following them as they made their way out onto the dance floor. They carved out a little spot for themselves and he immediately grabbed her, pulling her hips into his and moving them against her in time with the music. Her hands wrapped around the back of his neck, and she pressed her forehead against his chest, looking up at him periodically.
“So, how’s your little boy toy? You guys fuck yet?” he yelled into her ear.
“First of all, my little boy toy would be you, considering Jake’s almost 50. And second, wouldn’t you like to know?”
