The second she’s finished it, she takes off toward the girls, hops up on the platform and begins dancing with them.
Resting back against the bar with my boys, we watch our girls grinding and laughing, having the time of their lives.
“They’re gonna hate us for this,” Theo says, handing out another drink each.
“Yeah, well. Maybe they should pull their heads out of their arses and let a girl in for once,” I mutter.
“Oh, Toby, you’re so fucking whipped,” Seb says happily.
“Too fucking right. Now, are we going to just stand here watching them or are we gonna—”
“Let’s go. Last one with his girl trussed up in one of the back rooms is the loser,” Theo challenges.
“Oh, game on, bro. Game fucking on.”