“I’ll use the twenty to buy us all a round of shots when we get there. Are we driving or walking?”
I looked down at my red shoes and quickly answered, “Driving.”
Adam followed my line of sight. “Those fuck-me-shoes stay on your feet no matter what, so driving it is.”
My entire body turned the color of my shoes. Sophie out right laughed at my embarrassment. At least Conner tried to muffle his laugh with a pretend cough.
Sophie went to the kitchen and came back with four toothpicks. It was time to pick a DD for the night. She broke one and then held them out to us, the bottoms hidden in her fist. I grabbed first. Unbroken. Thank God . I didn’t think I could get through tonight without some liquid courage backing me up. Conner picked next and also earned the privilege of drinking.
“Okay, Adam,” Sophie said. “Who’s having more fun tonight? You or me?” Adam snatched one of the remaining two toothpicks, and it came out broken. “Ooh, tough luck,” Sophie gloated. “You know the drill—two shots when we get there, and then you’re cut off.”
“Yeah, yeah. Got it.” Adam grabbed all of our toothpicks. “This sucks. Should have had a beer with dinner,” he mumbled under his breath as he turned away to take them to the garbage can. When he walked back to us, he was still sulking a bit, looking like a little boy who had just lost his favorite toy.
“It’s almost ten o’clock. Let’s get out of here before I turn back into a pumpkin,” I said, wanting to get there before eleven when all of the tables near the bar would be taken.
Sophie grabbed my arm, looped it through hers, and we walked to the door. Adam and Conner followed behind us, and I heard one of them turn the lock before closing the door.
Chapter Ten
Conner usually worked the afternoon shifts at The Turning Point, but he still knew the night bartenders. I learned that he and Adam usually started out their nights here because Conner got discounted drinks. The Turning Point at night was completely different than during the day when it served mainly as a restaurant. Nighttime was loud music, dancing, and lots of drinking. The main room was full of booths and tall tables, along with a bar. This was the room we dined in the first time we met Adam and Conner. The second, larger room was closed off during the daytime. Along with a second bar, this room had a dance floor on one side, a couple of pool tables and dart boards on the other side, and tables in the middle.
We agreed to start out our night in the main room. I went to get us a tall table near the bar while they went to get shots and drinks. Sophie found me first and handed me a vodka cranberry. Adam arrived shortly after her, setting down a Corona and a bottle of water.
“Water already?” I asked. “What about your two shots?”
“I gave Conner money for shots. He’s bringing them.” As soon as he finished his sentence, a tray slid onto the table.
“Adam chose the shot. Since he bought, I obeyed,” Conner said as he grabbed the last stool and started to pass out the shots, putting two in front of each of us. I wasn’t sure what they were until I noticed the limes.
My eyes widened as I stared at the shot glasses, which were filled with my recently acquired nemesis: Tequila. My stomach churned just looking at the stuff. My eyes darted from the evil liquid to Sophie. Surely she didn’t want to drink this any more than I did. She was worse off than I was the last time we drank tequila. I gave her a tiny head nod toward the shot glasses, hoping she would understand. Nope, no such luck . She picked up the saltshaker from the tray, licked her wrist, salted it, and then slid the shaker to me. I pushed my bracelets up my arm and did the same before passing the shaker to Adam. I felt a spark when his fingers brushed mine. Our eyes met, and I took my hand back like I’d been electrocuted. He licked his wrist slowly and then shook the salt onto it. His eyes stayed glued to
I looked down at my red shoes and quickly answered, “Driving.”
Adam followed my line of sight. “Those fuck-me-shoes stay on your feet no matter what, so driving it is.”
My entire body turned the color of my shoes. Sophie out right laughed at my embarrassment. At least Conner tried to muffle his laugh with a pretend cough.
Sophie went to the kitchen and came back with four toothpicks. It was time to pick a DD for the night. She broke one and then held them out to us, the bottoms hidden in her fist. I grabbed first. Unbroken. Thank God . I didn’t think I could get through tonight without some liquid courage backing me up. Conner picked next and also earned the privilege of drinking.
“Okay, Adam,” Sophie said. “Who’s having more fun tonight? You or me?” Adam snatched one of the remaining two toothpicks, and it came out broken. “Ooh, tough luck,” Sophie gloated. “You know the drill—two shots when we get there, and then you’re cut off.”
“Yeah, yeah. Got it.” Adam grabbed all of our toothpicks. “This sucks. Should have had a beer with dinner,” he mumbled under his breath as he turned away to take them to the garbage can. When he walked back to us, he was still sulking a bit, looking like a little boy who had just lost his favorite toy.
“It’s almost ten o’clock. Let’s get out of here before I turn back into a pumpkin,” I said, wanting to get there before eleven when all of the tables near the bar would be taken.
Sophie grabbed my arm, looped it through hers, and we walked to the door. Adam and Conner followed behind us, and I heard one of them turn the lock before closing the door.
Chapter Ten
Conner usually worked the afternoon shifts at The Turning Point, but he still knew the night bartenders. I learned that he and Adam usually started out their nights here because Conner got discounted drinks. The Turning Point at night was completely different than during the day when it served mainly as a restaurant. Nighttime was loud music, dancing, and lots of drinking. The main room was full of booths and tall tables, along with a bar. This was the room we dined in the first time we met Adam and Conner. The second, larger room was closed off during the daytime. Along with a second bar, this room had a dance floor on one side, a couple of pool tables and dart boards on the other side, and tables in the middle.
We agreed to start out our night in the main room. I went to get us a tall table near the bar while they went to get shots and drinks. Sophie found me first and handed me a vodka cranberry. Adam arrived shortly after her, setting down a Corona and a bottle of water.
“Water already?” I asked. “What about your two shots?”
“I gave Conner money for shots. He’s bringing them.” As soon as he finished his sentence, a tray slid onto the table.
“Adam chose the shot. Since he bought, I obeyed,” Conner said as he grabbed the last stool and started to pass out the shots, putting two in front of each of us. I wasn’t sure what they were until I noticed the limes.
My eyes widened as I stared at the shot glasses, which were filled with my recently acquired nemesis: Tequila. My stomach churned just looking at the stuff. My eyes darted from the evil liquid to Sophie. Surely she didn’t want to drink this any more than I did. She was worse off than I was the last time we drank tequila. I gave her a tiny head nod toward the shot glasses, hoping she would understand. Nope, no such luck . She picked up the saltshaker from the tray, licked her wrist, salted it, and then slid the shaker to me. I pushed my bracelets up my arm and did the same before passing the shaker to Adam. I felt a spark when his fingers brushed mine. Our eyes met, and I took my hand back like I’d been electrocuted. He licked his wrist slowly and then shook the salt onto it. His eyes stayed glued to
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