Page 17 of The Bloke

Chapter 8

Sienna

“Sienna!” A loud andtipsy Chyler shrieked across the bar as I entered. She came up and basically strangled me with a hug. “What took you so long?” She gasped dramatically.

“Chy, it’s only eight-thirty. I got here in thirty minutes.” I laughed, hugging her while dragging her ass back to the bar where I saw my four baby pink shots lined up.

“You should have just ordered it as a drink if you were getting four of them.” Jessie chuckled from over my shoulder, and I turned to give her a warm hug.

“Hey! Happy birthday, girl. Good to see you again.” I beamed at her.

“Likewise, it’s been a while.” Jessie smiled. “Drink up; the doors open for the show in about fifteen minutes.” She gesturedto my shots, and I grinned, gladly ready to suck down every single one of them.

“How’s the studio going?” She asked, leaning against the bar next to me.

“It’s—”

“It’s amazing. This woman knows how to kick your ass.” Chyler interrupted, stealing one of my shots and downing it within seconds.

“I think someone needs to slow down.” Jessie scowled at her.

“I think someone owes me another shot,” I added, cheersing Chyler’s empty glass and finishing mine. “Let her have some fun.”

“If I do that, she will be under at least six of the guys in that show by the end of it.” She teased, finishing her drink off.

“Aren’t there only eight?” I questioned. From looking at the posters, it seemed that only eight men were in the show.

“There is more, but they—” Jessie pointed at the giant poster in the corner of the bar. “Are the main reason why everyone comes here.”

I followed her finger and looked closer at the men in the poster. It didn’t take a genius to see why they pulled the kind of crowd they had every night. The men were screaming hot. Having a body like theirs and allowing us to touch them all we want should be a crime, and yet, what I wouldn’t give to take one of them home.

“We came here for hot, sweaty men; damn right, I am going to cover myself in them while I can.” Chyler cackled as she turned to leave the bar. “I better smell like them for days after this.” She added, flipping her hair.

I finished my last shot, setting the glass down on the counter and following her and Jessie into the showroom, my eyes catching on the posters as we approached.

Just inside the double doors, there was a neon sign that lit up the dark entryway:

Good girls go to heaven; bad cunts come down under.

“We’ve got the round table in the right corner.” Jessie looped her arms through Chyler’s and mine as she escorted us to our reserved table.

“Ooo, nice spot,” Chyler cooed, slipping into the booth and signaling the waitress for drinks.

I slid in after her and perched myself at the edge of the booth with my feet dangling towards the open aisle.

“Prepping yourself to be swept off your feet, Sienna?” Jessie arched a brow and giggled as she sat on Chyler’s other side.

“I mean, would that be so bad?” I smirked, biting my bottom lip.

Would it be?

Chyler ordered us around of drinks, the Blue Aussie—a Blue Hawaiian renamed to fit the show—with an extra shot of Malibu on the side. She was definitely in the mood to get wasted tonight, but I couldn’t complain—so was I.

I downed the shot first and took a few sips from my drink, scanning the room before the lights started to dim and “Down Under” by Men at Work began playing over the speakers. Six long tables in two rows are in the center of the room, with booths outlining the edge of the main floor. A center circular stage sits in the middle of the long tables.

The tables are designed for the dancers to stand and dance on them, with rails on either side to hold drinks. The room was a dancer’s playground with all the different areas and sectionsthey could jump up and dance along. Our table in the corner had, in my personal opinion, the best view. We could see everything.

With the lights fully dimmed, the center circular stage lit up with laser lights that shot straight from the platform to the ceiling, creating a cage effect. I could feel my pulse racing in anticipation of the start of the show—or were the shots from earlier finally kicking in?

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