“You really have thought of everything, huh?” she asks as she pulls out a matching pair to the ones she’s still wearing.
“I’ve done my best.”
We make quick work of cleaning up before I lock her hand in mine again and drag her back to the main bar.
We’re about halfway there when a noise makes her pause.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I ask with a knowing smirk.
“T-there’s… people out there. I thought—”
“You thought we’d get away with this place to ourselves? Come on, baby. You know our friends better than that by now.”
“They knew, didn’t they?” she asks.
“Yep. I’m amazed they kept it a secret. Come on.”
As we emerge from out the back, four sets of eyes turn our way.
“Jodie,” Stella gasps. “You’ve messed up your makeup.”
“In only the best ways,” she explains, making both Stella and Emmie laugh.
Theo and Seb’s eyes meet mine for a beat before turning back to their girls.
Oh yeah, I know that pain well, my friends.
“Drinks,” Emmie shouts, nodding to the row of shots in front of her.
“This is going to hurt tomorrow,” Jodie mutters.
“Then we’d better drink and party like tomorrow is never going to come.”
Heading over, we take a shot each and the six of us throw them back with a collective groan.
“Let’s get the party started then,” Stella announces, grabbing Emmie’s hand and dragging her toward one of the raised platforms.
“This, Tobias, is the best fucking idea you’ve ever had,” Seb says, clapping me on the shoulder.
“Just remember the rules,” I growl at him.
“Yeah yeah, no fucking your sister in the same room as you or letting you see her getting all kinked up.” I lift a brow at him, sensing that he’s not taking my warning about tonight seriously. “We’ll see.” He winks.
“Let your hair down, Tobes. We’re all about fun tonight. Ain’t no one judging fuck all,” Theo adds.
“Where’s Nico and Alex?” Jodie asks.
“Well, tonight had a couples only stipulation, and seeing as Alex is still moping over Calli, we thought it best not to invite him.”
“He is not,” Theo argues.
“Sure, whatever you say, Boss. I offered for Bri to come with Nico, but she said she’d rather pull her toenails off and eat them.”
“Nice,” Jodie says with a wince.
“Her words, not mine.”
“Well,” she says, lifting another shot. “Their loss.”