“What’s going on?” Dex asked Cael.
“We’re playing that game where you ask who’s most likely to be the one to do whatever.”
“Oh my God, I love this game. What was the last question?” Seeing as how Hudson was taking several sips of his drink, it was clear he’d been the one pointed at by everyone.
Cael leaned in to reply. “Who’s most likely to get a tattoo while drunk. Then Dom told Seb he should probably keep an eye on Hudson before Hudson ends up with a butterfly tattoo on his ass.”
Dex let out a bark of laughter. No wonder poor Hudson lost. If anyone thought getting a tattoo while drunk was a good idea, it’d be Hudson. Everything was “brilliant” to Hudson when he had a few too many.
“Okay, my turn,” Calvin declared. He cast Dex a wicked grin, and Dex knew he was fucked.
“Who’s most likely to get arrested for running naked down Fifth Avenue?”
“Why you gonna do me like that, Cal?”
Everyone pointed at Dex as they burst into laughter.
Dex flipped them all off, two fingers reserved for Calvin especially. “You can all bite me,” Dex said as he started lining up shot glasses.
Cael tilted his head to one side, thoughtful. “Didn’t you already do that?”
Dex’s eyes widened. Holy shit. He slid his glance over at Sloane, who was suddenly fascinated by whatever Cael had to say. Dex subtly shook his head, but his little brother promptly ignored him.
“Oh my God! You did,” Cael said, loudly. “When you turned thirty, and you took that trip to Europe. You were in Barcelona, and you got drunk.” Cael turned to the table. “He streaked naked through a highly populated area filled with tourists and locals, sporting nothing but a souvenir paper fan to cover his boy bits.”
The table erupted into full-blown laughter and catcalls. Sloane gaped at Dex, who busied himself taking shot after shot. “You got arrested for streaking in Spain?”
Dex shook his head. “Nope.”
Cael let out a snort. “They never caught him. It was in Vegas that he got arrested.”
The girls were laughing so hard they were in tears, and Calvin was trying to ask him something but couldn’t breathe, much less speak. His friends were ass-hats.
“What did you do?” Sloane asked, poking Dex in his side. “Tell me. As your soon-to-be husband, I should know these things.”
Dex shook his head. Was this shot number seven or eight?
“He went for a swim in the Bellagio’s fountain,” Cael said with a snicker. “Dad had to go bail him out. But wait, there’s more.”
Dex narrowed his eyes at his brother. “Or you could stop there.”
Letty shook her head, then wiped a tear from her eye. “Oh, no way. We need to hear this.”
“Dad was so pissed, but you know what he’s like. He doesn’t get mad, he gets even. Dad threw Dex a surprise party and invited every ex-boyfriend, every guy Dex had ever flirted with, every guy he never called back after a one-night stand, and our aunt Danelle.”
That did it. Everyone lost it, and Dex turned to bury his face against Sloane’s neck. “Someone shoot me.”
Sloane wrapped his arms around Dex and kissed the top of his head. “Remind me never to piss off your dad.”
A thought occurred to Dex, and he pulled back. A smile spread across his lips, and Sloane’s smile fell away.
“What?”
“Babe, you got drunk, beat him at air hockey twelve times, and called him an old man.”
Ash spit out a mouthful of beer that sprayed across the table, causing Calvin, Hobbs, and Dom to dive out of their chairs. Dex couldn’t see through the tears in his eyes, he was laughing so hard. If Sloane wasn’t pressed against him, Dex would have fallen off his chair.
“Fuck, Keeler.” Calvin got up off the floor, then picked up his chair, which had toppled during his swan dive.