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Tiana.
Tiana– the ballerina.
I centered my weight as I practiced patience, watching the girls grind against each other. Inviting anyone of the male species to their small party was strictly prohibited. They all understood the very clear rules set for the bachelorette week and had been following them well. All except for Roulette and Royce, which was to be expected.
Roulette made her own rules. Royce didn’t think rules existed. Not for her, at least. She moved on her own terms. The rest of the siblings and their plus ones managed to keep the words of my boss and their brother in mind.
The waitress returned to the table, rounding her tray before lowering it. She removed five drinks from the black surface. I cut my eyes to Koen, considering my next move.
“They’re all clean,” he assured me.
Though this was Roulette’s establishment, extra precautions were still being taken. After Balle’s water had been contaminated over a period of time and nearly ended in her death, we weren’t taking any chances. The girls had everything they needed at the table. Why they felt the need to order drinks from the bar was beyond me. So was the fact that one was for Tiana.
I stepped forward with a quickened pace, noticing the drink drawing closer to her lips. I extended my arm and wrapped my fingers around the glass filled with yellow liquid and decorated with a sugared rim.
“Whaa–”
Stunned, Tiana’s hips stopped swaying and her irises rested on my frame.
“That’s enough.”
I lifted the glass to my lips and killed the sugar-coated liquor. My top lip raised in the right corner as I grimaced.
Ugh. The shit tasted just as I’d imagined. Like a fucking girl. Like something Tiana would have.
“Good right?”
I didn’t realize my eyes had started for the top of my head until they were already there.
“No more drinks, Tiana,” I demanded and leaned over to tap Balle, “For you either. It’s time to go!”
“Saint is on his way.”
“I’m aware. Get your things. He will be pulling up by the time we’re outside.”
“Wait– if your man is taking you home, then who is taking me home?”
Yours.
“I’ll take you.”
“Your man.” Balle chuckled.
I lost a few breaths. Possibly missed a heartbeat or two as well.
“Rome!” Tiana blurted, nudging her best friend.
The scowl on her face was disheartening. My nostrils swelled with curiosity.
Fuck that supposed to mean, Ti?I questioned internally. Whether she understood the concept yet or not, Balle was right.
“Fix your face,” I said instead, “And, gather your shit. We’re heading out.”
“Yes, sir!” Balle saluted, making them both laugh uncontrollably.
They done let these two get drunk, I sighed.Knowing damn well they don’t drink.
“I wasn’t talking to you, Balle, but get your things too. Saint will be waiting by the time we reach the lot.”
