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"Is that right? You got all those bruises from the fish?" Cammy asks. "Any chance this fish was six foot five, two hundred and fifty pounds plus, and plays professional hockey?"
"Cammy Wrenley! That was inappropriate. Maybe you've had too much to drink," Josslin says.
"Not even close," Cammy says and then walks back over to the table with all the alcohol and snacks that they brought out here.
I walk as she grabs a handful of shot glasses and a bottle of something clear in her hand.
This can't be good.
Cammy places a shot glass in front of Rita and then one in front of Josslin and fills them up. Then she heads in our direction and fills a shot glass up for both of us.
"I don't need one. I have to drive Brynn back soon," Seven tells her, but she doesn't listen.
She walks back to the table and fills the last shot glass up for herself.
How did she know we would show up here and have the correct number of shot glasses?
"I want to make a toast," she says, lifting her shot glass. "To booking vacations on scam websites and making new friends along the way."
Rita and I both laugh and then take our shots, along with Cammy. I forgot how bad these shots burn going down. Josslin hesitates for a second but then takes the shot.
"Uncle Seven, you better take your shot or else I'm going to," Cammy says and then marches towards him.
"Like you need any more tonight. Besides, mixing isn't a great idea. You're going to regret that later," he tells her.
Cammy starts heading straight for him so Seven takes the shot quickly before she can reach for it.
"There, are you happy?"
"Yes… very. Though I don't think it's safe for you to drive now."
"It's not a big deal," I say, looking over at Seven and then Cammy. "I'll just call a rideshare. I'm so tired after today, I think I'll call now."
"That's a good idea. Sometimes it can take a while for them to get all the way out here. We wouldn't want you waiting all night here for you," Josslin pipes up after being so quiet.
"Why even go home? Stay here. The three of us are having a girl's night, and I'm staying in one of Rita's guest bedrooms for a sleepover. There's plenty of room at Seven's. You can stay in my room," Cammy says.
Now I know what the shot was for. To ensure that Seven would agree not to drive after that shot.
"Or she can have my guest room at Rita's and I can stay at Seven's," Josslin says.
"You're not setting foot in my house," Seven snarls.
Everyone around the firepit goes quiet at Seven's outburst towards her. It's not as if Josslin doesn't deserve it but it's obvious that his patience with her is wearing thin.
"I could just sleep on the couch in Rita's living room. It's not a big deal," I suggest.
"You stayed in my house for a week already. We made it work. We'll be fine for one more night, but these two are getting out of control," he says, shooting looks at Rita and Cammy. "Are you ready to go?" He asks me.
I take the last sip of my wine and then nod. "All set," I say.
"Just place the wine glass on the armrest; we'll take it in," Rita offers.
I do as she instructs, and then Seven walks over and offers his hand to help me out of the chair.
We haven't held hands since that night at the restaurant when he pulled me out because of the drunk bachelor party.
He doesn't need to help me up, I can get out of the chair just fine on my own but I won't turn him down because I like this attentive version of him.
