Page 83 of Happy Hour

“Was Darrin fined or just put on probation?” I asked wrapping a sheet from the floor around my waist so I could use the bathroom and maybe find underwear.

If I couldn’t, I was making a pair like the one Emma did with the scarf. They did that in the stone-aged, right?

“Nope,” Alley replied. “They’re not going to fine NASCAR’s golden boy.”

“Unbelievable.” I stepped over the kiddy pool to get to the bathroom while Emma looked in the bouncy house for her cell phone. “See if my underwear are in there.” I yelled over my shoulder.

Taking in a deep breath, I closed the bathroom door behind me, letting the sheet fall to the floor. I wasn’t sure I wanted to see this but I might as well get it over with.

It’d been a while since I examined my own ass. Not exactly expecting the size, it’d grown since the last time that’s for sure.

Carefully, balancing myself on the counter, I surveyed my new artwork.

My god.

There, on my left ass cheek, was a square box with the words, “Property of Riley” imprinted in it.

The goddamn thing even had red along the outside edges as if it was meant to look like an actual branding with an iron. It wasn’t tiny either; the tattoo almost covered the entire side of the cheek.

There goes my modeling career as an ass model.

I took a quick shower because god knows I needed it. I smelled as if I just came from a distillery in Guadalajara and my hair felt as though whatever was in the bouncy house; was in my hair.

When I finished, wrapping my sheet around myself again, I walked back into the war zone hoping to find some clothing and underwear.

Emma and Alley were staring at the dick on the wall once again. It was as if they had some kind of obsession with it.

“Did you guys find the boys?” I asked joining them in staring the wall.

It’s sick how fucking real that looks.

Imagine the poor cleaning lady that has to clean this disaster. I bet she gets a good laugh out of it though.

“Yeah, they are getting some coffee up the street.” Alley replied. “They’re on their way back now,withJameson.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked hesitantly. “How bad of a mood is he in?”

“What do you think?” her tone mocking. “When is it ever a good thing with him?”

Today was going to suck.

Alley left after a few minutes to fly back to Mooresville with Jimi to get Lane, which would leave Spencer traveling back with us.

Though this was a major concern for me, I was more concerned with Jameson’s mood as it could either make or break the entire day and maybe even the rest of my time on this vacation from reality.

Still staring at the dick, I had a feeling Spencer was behind it.

It was something he would do, although I wouldn’t put it past Jameson or even Aiden.

Aiden may seem like this polite reserved southern boy from Pickard Alabama but he was far from that when you got a few beers in him, which was why he mixed well with all of us.

Thankfully, before the boys arrived, I found my jeans from last night but I was still wearing Jameson’s t-shirt. I had no idea where mine was or the underwear.

“Do you need these?” Emma asked holding up Jameson’s underwear I wore last night.

“Where were those?” I stepped over a beer tower that had been made.

“They were in the closet, along with...part of your shirt.” She shook her head. “I don’t even want to know what happened in this closet last night.”

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