“In ye go.” Niall opens the door for me and slaps my ass as I pass him in a very un-Niall-like move.
My breathing hitches, but he's already closed the door when I turn to look at him.
“There you are!” Tiggy squeals while Fiona offers me a wry smile, waving her bottle of vodka at me.
“We’re allowed into Seamus’s personal stock. So drink up. This is top-shelf stuff.”
Tiggy rolls her eyes at Fiona, jabbing her finger at the bar.
“Help yourself, Mellie,” she grins, bouncing excitedly in Seamus’s desk chair. “And pull up a seat. I’ve sent Ronan to collect her, so we need to establish our game plan.”
I grab a bottle of whiskey and a tumbler, dropping into the chair between Tiggy and the bar.
“I’ve decided the best way to get her to spill is get her nice and drunk. So we’re going to play a drinking game.”
“A drinking game?” Fiona sounds skeptical, but Tiggy waves off her doubts.
“Yes. Never have I ever. That way, we can pump her for information while getting her drunk. Take your leads from me. This will be so much fun!” she squeals, clapping her hands and taking a sip of her bottled water. “More fun for you two, of course.”
The door cracks open, and Fiona mutters under her breath.
“Battle stations.”
She’s lucky Tiggy didn’t hear her. I swallow a grin, looking at the woman who has wrapped Paddy Flynn around her little finger.
Once the door is shut behind thisLauren, Tiggy does in the introductions, and the girl grabs a tumbler, sitting beside me. I fill her glass with my whiskey.
She’s pretty, and holy hell, she has the biggest eyes, a fascinating amber color ringed with black, with freckles dotted over her nose, and she’s wearing a cute sundress and sneakers. Since the rest of us dressed per Tiggy’s instructions, she is very underdressed for girl's night.
Tiggy kicks off the drinking game with her signature, straight to the point,I shot my father in the head. Nothing can phase mestyle.
“Never have I ever come on Paddy Flynn’s mouth.”
I almost choke on air, especially when the girl shoots Tiggy a murderous glare that would make Niall proud and takes a large slug of whiskey. Fiona catches my eyes and smirks. Holy shit. Game freaking on.
“Never have I ever slept in Paddy Flynn’s bed.” Fiona throws her hair over her shoulder and receives her very own glare as Lauren drinks. Oh, I need a good one.
“Never have I ever fallen asleep in Paddy Flynn’s arms,” I giggle. She doesn’t bother glaring at me, sighing and draining her drink. I immediately top it up because I’m anamazingbartender.
We get her to spillso manysecrets. She insists she’s not Paddy’s girlfriend, but he holds her all night, and she wakes up in his arms. He kissed her because she was sad.I’venever even had that. He screws her raw. That’s a big “it’s a relationship” flag if ever I’ve heard one.
Since this isn’t really a game – it’s Tiggy pumping Lauren for information – she’s the only one drinking, which isn’t very fun. After about forty-five minutes, Fiona and I take pity on her and start shooting our drinks when she does.
Once we’re all nice and giggly, Tiggy hooks up her phone to the incredible sound system Seamus has in here. The interrogation has finished, so Lauren finally gets to ask questions.
She seems shocked when Tiggy admits she and Seamus have an arranged marriage. She gets me to show her how to mix drinks and wants to know Paddy’s favorite drink because she’ssohis girlfriend.
“So, how did you start working here?” she asks me, and I giggle.
“I refused to leave until they let me audition for Seamus to be a stripper,” I admit. Beside us, Tiggy makes a noise of disbelief.
“Seriously?” she shrieks. “And youneverthought to mention that you’d danced for my husband? You bitch!”
Christ. Pregnant Tiggy is so dramatic. I roll my eyes and wave my hand dismissively at her.
“Relax, girl. I never got that far. The old head bartender was an asshole who wouldn’t even let memeetSeamus. Niall rescued me and brought me in here.”
“Ohhhh,” Fiona sings. “Niall and Mellie sitting in the tree,” Tiggy joins in, “K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”