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Before I turn into a baby-making machine.
I’m warranted a night to get drunk, have some mindless fun, and forget about priorities for a bit.
That’s exactly why this amaretto sour is hitting the spot.
“Look at you with the brilliant ideas!” Kodi retorts. “Last hoorah before our best girl turns into a human house.”
“Hilarious.” But she’s not wrong. Navy made the plans and told me where to be, saying, “Time to let go before you’re prego.”
Although, I requested she and Kodi keep things under wraps until it’s official. As far as everyone knows, we’re celebrating Penelope coming to town.
Starting tomorrow, I get my shit into gear. I’ve organized my never-ending supply of vitamins they suggested I take over the next month. I’ve got my appointments every weekwith Dr. Travis scheduled in advance for my required blood work and hormone shots.
I’m fully prepared. But tonight, I’m rewarding myself with some well-earned entertainment.
Navy swirls her whiskey sour, scanning the four of us around the six-person table.
It’s Friday, and she worked her magic to reserve Joe’s for the night. Joe’s is the team’s favorite dive bar in Atlanta, and the best place to go if you’re ever in the mood for some damn good loaded nachos and dirty fun.
Dirty Bingo, in this case. Joe’s Bar is the place to find it.
The bar represents a wooden shack you’d expect to find in the middle of nowhere. Large wooden framed windows make up the exterior of the building, leaning into the abandoned rustic charm. The inside is layered in vintage license plates, photos of mugshots from men I hope to never cross paths with, and neon beer brand signs. Joe really homed in on the eclectic vibe here.
However, this is the first time we’ve ever had the place to ourselves. Since Joe is on vacation and planned to close for a few days, Navy insisted he let us reserve it for a night and offered to pay him in Striker’s tickets in return.
It helps to have a good rep with the guy.
Bodhi’s younger sister, Penelope, is also in town for the weekend, and her surprise visit made tonight that much more special. The guys currently have their own table, proving that the competition will be fierce against us women.
I’m excited to laugh with my friends and get a little rowdy. I’ve never been one to turn down a night of spontaneity, especially knowing it’ll be my last one for a while.
I’ve come a long way since joining the Strikers three years ago.
Took me a while to get here, but I’m glad for it.
“I’m down,” Navy chants, shimmying her sequin skirt.
“What’re we thinking? Getting naked? Street racing? Egging houses?” Penelope asks, her eyes going wide, causing all eyes to pin on her.
Time to teach Ms. Penelope St. James the way we do things here in Atlanta.
“What the hell, P?” Navy sputters, choking on her drink.
I quirk my lip. “Not exactly,” I draw out, unsure if I should even suggest this. “Has anyone ever played yellow light?”
“Who hasn’t?” Kodi exclaims, scanning the table for everyone else to follow suit. “It’s the game that got me in the most trouble as a teenager.”
Silence surrounds us, causing Kodi and me to send silent death stares around the bar.
“You’re kidding, right?” she deadpans. “I had very limited friends growing up, and evenIplayed yellow light.”
“Nope. Never heard of it. But you have me intrigued.” Penelope smiles with eagerness.
Fuck. I hope Bodhi doesn’t murder me for this. Lucky for me, I don’t care. Tonight is about no regrets.
Kodi and I turn to Navy, waiting for her to contribute to the conversation. If anyone loves to let loose and have some dirty fun, it’s Navy.
I’m convinced she’s my soul sister.
