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Elaina blushes. “It’s a bit much,” she mumbles, crossing her arms over her stomach.
“No, you look hot, babe.” Trez bumps her with his shoulder.
“And now I get to watch Baja fight men all night,” Memphis says with a chuckle.
“Thanks, man.” I shake my head. “You know I just can’t get over seeing you all dolled up, Memphis. Who’d have thought I’d ever see you in lace?”
He tugs at the collar and fancy cravat of his eighteenth-century costume. “Yeah, I don’t know what I did to piss off Lola, but it must have been something big for her to make me wear this frilly thing.”
Elaina’s nerves seem to settle, and she smiles. “I think you look very debonair.”
A green-colored Isabella, clad all in leather, walks up. “Kate insists we play a drinking game, so come on, boys.”
We meander to the group, who’ve already pushed several tables together.
“What are we playing?” I slide into a chair, pulling Elaina onto my lap.
“Two truths and a lie.” Kate waggles her eyebrows. “But with shots. I’ll go first. I challenge Trez.”
Trez leans forward and smirks. “Bad choice, Little Red.”
Kate crosses her legs, her Little Red Riding Hood dress barely covering her ass. “We’ll see about that.”
He ticks his responses off on his fingers. “I once attended a private school, complete with uniforms. I absolutely fucking hate black olives. I cut Lola’s hair once.”
Kate eyes him carefully. “Well, you stole Lola’s car, so I wouldn’t put it past you to have cut her hair. And who the hell likes black olives? I say you never attended private school.”
“Drink up. I love black olives. I order extra every time we order a supreme pizza.”
Kate throws the shot back and slams the glass down on the table.
“You monster,” Evelyn points a finger at Trez. “You’re the reason I spend half my meal picking those godforsaken things off my pizza. You have lost pizza ordering privileges.”
His rumbling laughter fills the air. “All right, my turn. I challenge Baja.”
Elaina shifts on my lap as I pour myself a shot of amber liquid before replying. “I once lived in Vegas. I played football in high school. I’ve ridden home butt-ass naked before.”
“Damn, I’m not sure. Ah, you’ve never ridden home naked. That sounds crazy,” Trez guesses.
“Unfortunately, that’s true. I’ve never lived in Vegas.”
“This is a story I need to hear.” Elaina turns to me, smiling as I rub her thigh.
“How the hell have I never heard this story?” Trez muses, and he downs his shot.
“It was when you were MIA,” Utah answers.
Trez’s eyes seem to flicker with regret, but he brushes it off quickly. “Well, time to hear it, Baja.”
“This little shit thought it’d be funny to shove me into a pond while I was taking a piss.” I tip my beer toward Utah, who is grinning like a kid in a candy store.
“Hey man, I didn’t realize it was such a deep drop right on the edge.”
“Yeah, asshole. I was soaked from my head to my boots, and in fucking January, no less. I figured I’d rather ride the rest of the way home naked than turn into a damn icicle.”
“Man, your balls were shriveled.” Utah’s eyes are leaking tears as he tries to stop laughing.
“They were fucking frozen to my seat by the time I got home.”
