Page 179 of Black Flag

The thing about mysister is that she is funny if you actually listen to her. She’s smarter thanmost realize, can sell just about anything, has a heart the size of Texas, candrink most men out of the bar and could fight like Ali although and for someonewithout a crystal meth addiction, she had way too much energy.

“She’s never going tostop.” I whispered to Sway as Emma explained the rehearsal dinner to us oncemore.

“You’re right.” Sheconcurred with a sigh.

“This is justridiculous.” I told Sway, watching Emma run around looking for her weddingplanner. Spencer and I burned it the day before when she tried to tell us thatwe had assigned seating at the wedding.

“I’m getting scared,”Sway said with wide-eyes and giggling like a schoolgirl.

We now had two daysbefore the wedding and Spencer was bugging the fuck out of me to have abachelor party. This had about as much appeal to me as going on another datewith Dana.

I gagged a little atthe thought.

“Are you ready?”Spencer asked.

“I can’t go.” I toldhim, hearing the distant chuckles of Aiden coming down the hallway. I tried tohide the phone. “I’m not going.”

“Why? It’s your bachelorparty.”

“Well plans changed. Ihave pink eye.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do, my eyes arered. I could be highly contagious.”

“Your eyes are redbecause you have a cold. You’re not contagious dick head.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,”said Aiden sitting next to me on the couch. “It’s your bachelor party.”

That just annoyed me.“Listen,” I barked at both of them. “I’m not going!”

“Jameson...comeon,” Spencer sighedheavily. “All the guys are in town tonight, just for you.”

I felt bad about that. Myentire team had flown in for the wedding along with Tate, Bobby, Justin andTyler, even Tommy came out. I hated that they would fly across the UnitedStates and not be able to have a good time. But also, I didn’t want to be apart of this “good time” Spencer had planned.

Despite this, I caved.

“Fine,” I fell backagainst the couch in defeat.

“Great, meet you infifteen minutes.”

“I hate you,” I saidand for good measure, I threw in an “asshole” before I hung up.

Whoever the clueless bastardwas who thought it would be a good idea to pair me with siblings like Spencerand Emma should hope that I never meet him face-to-face.

Nothing about going toa strip club was appealing to me, at all. There I sat as some raven hairedwoman tried to grind herself against me. Tate, Tommy and Bobby sat beside melaughing.

I hardly thought thiswas funny.

Not only did she scarethe shit out of me with the amount of make-up she was wearing but also her bonyfigure looked like she could cut me in two if she turned too quickly.

This was not my firsttime at a strip club. When I was sixteen, Spencer forced me into one. I toldmyself then I’d never return but alas, here we were. I just didn’t understandthe point of them.

Spencer and Aiden wereup on stage with a couple stripers, getting pointers from them while I tried toonce again, push this woman off my lap. She wasn’t taking no for an answer so Igrabbed her by the arm. “Listen, you either get off me...or I throw you off.”

“Oh, sweetie, I’ll getyou off.” She cooed in my ear.

“Not what I meant.” Imuttered pushing her away. This time I stood so she couldn’t get back on. “I’mleaving.” I yelled over my shoulder walking toward the door.

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