Page 69 of Wardrobe Malfunction

Vaughn: Where are you going tonight anyway?

Me: Some new bar on Sunset Boulevard.

I don’t hear back from him again, and I’m guessing he turned off his phone to go back on set.

Ava turns back up a few minutes later with my sandwich and coffee. We sit and eat and talk about the night ahead of us. All the time, Vaughn is ever present in my thoughts.

Charly

The music is pumping out, and I’m having a great night. Originally, I was disappointed about not getting to spend it with Vaughn—I might be a little bit addicted already—but it’s so good to come and let loose. Ava is, as always, so much fun, and Logan is really great.

We’ve snagged a table near the dance floor, and we’re drinking, talking, and people-watching. I’m having a great time. I’m also on my third drink of the night, and we’ve only been here for an hour, which is some quick drinking for me. I’m drinking a cocktail that looks as pretty as it tastes.

Calvin Harris and Rihanna’s “This Is What You Came For” starts to play. I love this song.

“Dance?” I say to them.

“Hell yeah!” Ava says.

“I’m not a dancer. I’ll watch the drinks,” Logan replies.

“You’re sure?” I check.

“Go dance, and have fun.”

I jump down from my stool and grab Ava’s hand. I lead her onto the dance floor and into the crowd. We start dancing.

It’s hot and crowded but amazing. I’m having so much fun.

The song eventually ends, and another comes on that’s not so good, so we head back to our table. Logan’s on his phone.

“Sexting?” Ava nudges him with her elbow.

“I wish. No, I’m checking Twitter to see what’s happening here.”

“Um, can’t you just look around,” I quip, “and see what’s happening?”

“There was a commotion upstairs, smart-ass, and I couldn’t see what was happening, hence checking Twitter for the deets.”

He points, and my eyes follow to look up at the upstairs balcony that circles the whole of the bar. But I can’t see much of anything.

“What kind of commotion?” Ava asks him.

“Just some screaming. And I saw some big, burly guys walking around.”

“Oh, maybe there was a fight.” Ava grins.

“Yeah, probably.” Logan puts his phone down on the table. “I can’t see anything on Twitter. I thought maybe a celeb had arrived.”

“Like Ryan Gosling?” Ava asks.

“Now, that would be heaven. I swear, whose dick do I have to suck to get a job on one of his movie sets?” Logan chuckles, making us laugh.

“Probably his wife’s,” I joke.

Out of nowhere, I feel a tingle on the back of my neck. Then, voices around us seem to get louder. And I see a few people looking at the upper balcony. Others are pointing. A few are getting their cameras out.

“What is going on?” I ask.