Page 106 of Good Vibes Only
Our cab sped down Grand Boulevard, the lights of Vegas at night streaking past. BarDown was just a few blocks away, but I necked McKayla in the back seat, my hand reaching under her sexy sequined dress.
“You look absolutelyincredible,” I growled in her ear.
She giggled and pushed my hand away. “Behave yourself,” she whispered, but I could see the sparkle in her eye. “We have a party to go to, remember?”
“Right, right.” I sighed and reluctantly pulled away, straightening my suit jacket. “Thepahty.”
“Why are you acting like this is some snooty event? This isyourparty, Brett,” she said, laughing.
After months of planning, BarDown Brewery was finally set to open its doors. We were throwing the official grand opening party tonight.
“Why aren’t you excited?” she asked. “You’ve been looking forward to this night forweeks.”
“I’m still excited.” I leaned closer and whispered, “But I’m even more excited to get you out of that dress.”
I claimed her mouth and her lips yielded to mine. Her hands found their way into my hair as we passionately kissed in the back of the cab, but the car soon rolled to a stop. We glanced out the window, where a throng of people waited in a line that stretched down the block.
“Whoa. That’s a crowd,” McKayla murmured.
“Are they waiting to get into BarDown, you think?” I pointed over at her shop, which had a decent crowd of its own at seven o’clock on a Friday night. “Or are they waiting to get into Good Vibes?”
“BarDown.” She snickered. “But either way, what they want isyou.”
“They don’t know that,” I said with a wink.
“It’s still tr~ue,” she sang.
I handed the driver a bill and we climbed out, the night air crisp and cool on our skin. McKayla and I held hands, soaking in the energy of the crowd as we walked past. We made it ten or twenty feet before someone finally spotted us and shouted,
“Hey! Isn’t that Showtime?!”
McKayla and I waved, and a cheer went over the crowd—“Showtime! Hey, Showtime!!”—who quickly thrust their phones into the air to film us. We neared and I began to sign autographs, slowly making our way closer to the door. The excited fans shouted:
“Woooooo!”
“BarDown, baby!”
“McKayla!”A group of female fans shrieked.“We love you!!”
McKayla immediately noticed an uptick in business and workshop attendance after we started dating. She didn’t understand why at first, but I knew it’d been coming all along. The girls are always a little shocked and surprised to discover that, after becoming a WAG, they now have theirownfans. Instagram is a huge part of that, I think—because let’s be real, the girls post a lot cooler shit, and far more frequently, than us boys do. It’s funny, because I think a lot of fans follow the WAGs at first because they want a peek behind the curtain at the athletes’ personal lives—but once they realize the girls are alotmore interesting and better looking than we are, they end up being bigger fans of them than us. Can’t blame ’em.
McKayla and I reached the door of the brewery, and the fans began to chant in unison to send us off:
“Let’s go Sin! Let’s go Sin! Let’s go Sin!”
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We pushed through the doors, a din of laughter and music filling our ears. The party was a private event until nine o’clock, when we’d open the doors to the general public. All our closest friends and family clapped and cheered as we entered.
We made the rounds, saying hi to all the boys, the WAGs, and even our parents. Eric, the brewer, was manning the taps with the rest of the bartending crew. The thirsty crowd kept them busy, but they did a phenomenal job slinging beers.
“Hi, Ash! Hey, Max!” McKayla said, greeting Fisher and his girlfriend, Cassi, with a hug.
“Hey, MVP! What’s happenin’, girl?” Fisher asked as he hugged her, too.
“MVP” is McKayla’s locker room nickname. She earned it after we returned from that very first road trip after we started dating. The team group chat was blowing up the next day with tales of coming home to some,ahem,inspired ladies.
A legend was born that day. A legend that continues, as McKayla’s influence on the WAGs has spiced up everyone’s sex life, which has been good for business,andgood for hockey.
