Page 78 of Sex, Lies, and Margarita Mixes

Bree slurs, “You’re Roxy Fucking West, bitch! And I’m fucking getting married!”

“Hell yeah, I am.” I yell. “And fucking right you are!”

We clink glasses.

Somewhere around 1AM, the party bus ends up at a taco truck.

“Do we even know whose idea this was?” I ask, biting into an al pastor.

“Does it matter?” Mari Lynn shrugs, salsa on her cheek.

“No.” I sigh happily. “No, it doesn’t.”

Bree passes out in a lawn chair someone dragged from a patio. Trent shows up and gets Whitney. Sasha calls an Uber and says she’s going home to have drunk sex with Miguel.

Mari Lynn starts line-dancing in the parking lot.

I check my phone. Chase texted me a few times, checking in.

I send him a quick text.

Roxy

I think we need extraction.

Trent just got Whitney who made out with a cowboy and said he would not care. They are 100% in an open relationship.

Sasha went home to ride Miguel like a bull.

Bree is passed out and Mari Lynn and I are wasted and big backing tacos.

He replies instantly.

Chase

Knox and I are on the way.

We already knew that. Or we suspected it.

We’ll bring Bree back here.

I don’t know what big backing means.

I laugh out loud.

God, I love that man.

Fifteen minutes later, his truck pulls up. Knox is in the passenger seat.

Chase leans out the window. “You alive?”

“Barely.” Racing over to the truck, I kiss him through the window.

Knox gets out and goes over to Mari Lynn. She grins and throws her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. He lifts her and carries her back to the truck before opening the back door, setting her on the seat, and buckling her seat belt. He says, “Going to grab Bree.” He does just that. He buckles her too as she drunkenly thanks him and passes back out. He waves at the driver for the party bus and gets in beside Mari Lynn.

Chase eyes me as I slide into the front seat and I buckle up. “Good night?”

Grinning, I nod. “I rode a bull, flashed a bride, sang karaoke, ate tacos, and might be slightly tipsy.”

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