Juliet leaned over and whispered something to Cleo.
“Juliet says that it contains rum, lime juice, strawberries, and soda water,” Cleo repeated for her.
“Ooh, that sounds delicious. It is delicious.” She blinked to try and bring everything into focus. “I wish Noah would stop the bar from moving. It’s making me feel ill.”
Juliet leaned into Cleo again.
“Juliet says the bar isn’t moving. It’s you.”
“Juliet is a genius.” She stared at the pale, thin woman who just nodded.
“Yep, she sure is,” Isa said with a grin, downing another dr
ink. “That’s why we always win the bar trivia each week.”
“But wait, why am I swaying?” she cried.
“Because you’re drunk. Like the rest of us,” Kiesha told her. “Isn’t it fun?”
“Speak for yourself,” Cleo gripped. “Juliet and I are sober.”
“You’re the sober driver,” Isa pointed out. “It’s your turn.”
“Yes, but it means I can’t have drunk sex. Drunk sex is the best. So is angry sex.”
“Ooh, drunk, angry sex,” Kiesha said. “I once had drunk, angry sex with the lead singer of the Volatiles.”
Georgina stared at her in amazement. “You did?”
She noticed Cleo shaking her head behind Kiesha’s back, but she was too drunk to work out what was going on.
“I sure did,” Kiesha replied. “Don’t you believe me?”
“Believe you about what? Hey, I can’t be drunk. A James doesn’t get drunk. I’m not allowed to get drunk.”
She was aware of everyone staring at her. Uh oh, had she said something totally inappropriate? Were they going to realize she was a complete imposter? She wasn’t this cool, interesting person they thought she was. She was boring and predictable.
“I’ve never had drunk, angry sex. Heck, I’d settle for good sex.”
Okay, she really didn’t mean to say that. Thankfully, the man running the bar trivia started speaking. “The results are in.” He read out third place. Then second.
Excitement filled her. Would they really be first?
“And first prize goes to Beersal Suspects!”
“Woo-hoo!” Kiesha jumped to her feet and raced up to the front. She grabbed the man by the shoulders and smacked a kiss on his lips before picking an envelope up and racing back to the table.
“What did we win?” Georgina asked. Not that she’d helped much. None of them had. Juliet had done all the hard work.
“Bar tab!” All of the women, except Juliet, sung.
Oh. Awesome. More pink flamingos.
Noah chose that moment to walk up with a pitcher of water and glasses. “Right, ladies, I want everyone who is drinking alcohol to rehydrate. I’m going to be back in thirty minutes and this pitcher of water better be gone.”
He set down a huge water pitcher and glasses. This seemed odd behavior for the owner of a bar. Didn’t he make money from them drinking more?
“He’s worried about us passing out, or puking in the toilets,” Isa explained.