I tap someone’s shoulder and give him my shot. “Hold this for me.”
“Sure thing, love.” He’s smiling down at me. I smile back, or I think I do as I take off my jacket and throw it somewhere behind me.
Much better.
“Thanks!” I take back my shot. “Oh, Knight! Go, Elites!”
“Woohoo!” He pauses. “Wait. Was Danny boy right? Do you have a high alcohol tolerance?”
I tap my chest. “I’m the man.”
His eyes glint as he takes me by the arm and drags to the rest of the team.
“No,” I whisper-hiss. “I’m supposed to watch from afar, dummy.”
He chuckles, the sound devious as he winks. “Believe me, love, this will be more fun.”
Xander uses his shoulder to push through the football players before we stop beside Cole and number thirteen.
I giggle.
I forgot the name of the one who threw the party.
“Look who I found!” Xander shouts over the guys hoots. “A competition for Ronan.”
Yup. Ronan. That’s his name.
“Oh, puhleeze, bitch.” Ronan wipes alcohol from his mouth, his cheeks red. “I can drink an entire galloon and still fuck two girls into oblivion.”
“You’re a pig,” I tell him in a semi-slurred tone.
Ooh and Aaah’s erupt around us. Cole clutches Ronan’s shoulder. “You need to prove your worth, little shit.”
“She’s on!” Ronan is in my face. “No one can beat the king.”
“I can beat any king,” I hiss, rolling off my imaginary sleeves.
“Woohoo!” Xander raises my arm. “It’s on, team. Let the bets roll.”
Aiden walks straight to the middle of the scene and pushes bo
th Xander and Ronan off. “Leave, Clifford.”
Determination pumps in my veins as I place a finger on his shoulder and push him away. “No King will tell me what to do.”
“Hashtag burn.” Xander coughs as the others snicker.
I flip my hair back. “Are we doing this or what?”
Ronan offers me his hand. “Yes, my queen.”
I smile at the overdramatic tone he says it with.
Aiden shakes his head at his friends. “It’s your lives.”
In no time, Ronan and I are standing on top of a table with the entire team forming a circle around us.
All of them are chanting “Drink, drink, drink!”