Page 51 of Hard Rock Fling
After all, Ian was supposed to be the one playing with me.
Chapter Eighteen
Cameron'slatest party was a lot less rowdy this time around. No trash on the floor, no broken glass, no people making out in corners or puking in bathrooms. Ian told me Cameron had kept the invitations to a minimum.
"Only about a hundred people this time," he reassured me.
Only.I didn't think I knew one hundred people. I certainly didn't know one hundred people well enough to invite them to a house party.
In fact, I could probably count on two hands the number of people I would feel comfortable partying with.
But here I was, surrounded by strangers. Celebrities and rock stars and groupies. The only people I knew were the members of Darkest Days. I was at least on friendly terms with Ian and Cameron, even if I hadn't gotten to know August and Noah outside of work.
As for Damon, well, the less he saw of me, the better.
The moment we stepped through the door, Cameron appeared beside me with a handful of bras strung around his neck.
"C'mon, losers. We're finishing up another round of cards." His bright red hair was wild and untamed as usual. "You should join in on the next hand."
He shoved us toward a small crowd of people sitting around a dining room table with drinks in their hands. Most were in states of half-undress.
"Are you playing strip poker?" I asked nervously. "I don't think—"
"Nah," Cameron waved aside my concerns. "We don't play poker anymore."
"Anymore?"
"It stopped being fun after a while. Noah always won and August always lost pretty much ninety percent of the time."
"Noah doesn't seem like the type to have a good poker face."
"He doesn't," Ian said. "He just always looks pissed off so we can never tell when he has a bad hand."
"And August?"
Cameron snorted. "For such a genius, that man is shit with numbers."
"Idiot savant." Ian smirked.
"It's like he has no concept of strategy. He'll have theworsthand and keep on betting and raising the stakes until he loses everything." Cameron shook his head in mock sadness. "Pretty pathetic."
"If it's not strip poker, why are all these people half naked?"
"We don't play strippoker," Ian stressed.
"So what do you play?"
Cameron let out an evil cackle. "You ever heard of Go Fish?"
I stared at him in disbelief. "That's a game for six year olds."
"Perfect for Cameron." Ian gave the bassist a friendly shove.
Cameron pretended to throw a punch at him. "Don't get cocky, asshole. Everyone knows how much you suck at this game. You're always the one left bare assed naked."
"It's impossible to be bad at Go Fish," I said, still unbelieving. A group of rock stars playing a children's game. "It's literally a game of chance. There's no strategy involved."
"Then I guess he just has shit luck," Cameron declared, elbowing Ian in the ribs.
