“Come on, Irish,” Beckett says to Skyla, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. “I have plans for you tonight.”
“I’m so grossed out right now,” I grumble into my drink.
“I’ll take you home,” Bridger offers, but I shake my head.
“I think I’ll have one more, then I can walk home or call a rideshare.” I shrug a shoulder.
“I don’t like leaving you here after you’ve had this much to drink,” Dani says with a scowl. “I’ll stay for a while longer with you, and we can grab a rideshare together. Bridger can meet me at home when Birdie’s done with her movie.”
“No.” I shake my head, but my brothers don’t look convinced. “Honest, I’m fine. You know I can take care of myself. Those brothers of mine taught me how to fight. I can kick some serious ass if I have to.”
“I wouldn’t cross her,” Beckett agrees with a laugh. “But if you need a ride, just call us, Bee. Seriously, it’s not a problem to come back and get you.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I blow them all a kiss as they stand to go, then I take my drink to the bar. I don’t want to sit at that table by myself.
“One more,” I say to Brenda, the bartender. She winks at me as she takes my glass, then grabs a clean one to make me a fresh drink.
She passes it to me, and I lay down some cash, then take a sip, leaning against the bar.
“Hi.”
I turn my head to the right and see a guy smiling shyly. Not at all my type, and I’m absolutely going home alone, but I’m not a rude person.
“Hello.”
“I’m Bill.”
“You’re kidding.” I give a little laugh and sip my drink.
“About my name? No, I’m not kidding.”
“I’m Billie.”
His smile grows, and he turns on his stool to face me. “Well, isn’t that interesting? Does this mean we have to get married?”
I wrinkle my nose. “Bill and Billie? I don’t know, what’s your last name?”
“Williamson.”
I snort, sending myself into a coughing fit. I have to turn away so I don’t cough in the poor man’s face.
When I turn back around, he’s still grinning at me, and I pick up my drink and take some sips and try to clear my throat.
“You know, Bill, as nice as that offer is, I’m going to have to pass.”
“Just sex, then.”
Ugh, now he’s turning into a creep. What is it with creepy men tonight?
“I don’t really like the idea of crying out my own name in the middle of sex, Bill. It just doesn’t sound like a good time to me.”
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.”
The room starts to spin even more, and my vision is cloudy. I push my drink away. I guess I went over my limit.
I don’t like this feeling. This out-of-control, dizzy, like I’m going to fall down feeling. Why didn’t I leave with the others?
“Are you okay?” Bill asks, sounding truly concerned.