“I feel like I should be mad.” I sighed. “However, I find your possessiveness very attractive.”
“Thanks, babe,” Colt said and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Creed grumbled, as if he wanted to be anywhere but here, and we headed up to the house.
We walked right in through the front door. Just inside was a large foyer with a grand staircase that led upstairs. There were people everywhere. Colt hadn’t let go of my hand and was taking the lead as we walked through the foyer into a large open space that consisted of a living room, dining room, and kitchen. The entire far wall was floor-to-ceiling windows and a huge folding glass door that was open. Through the bodies of people standing around a few kegs on the back patio, I could see a giant pool.
Creed frowned at a group of guys staring at us, or more specifically me, as we walked by. “I’m going to get in a fight.”
I grabbed his hand, too, and pulled him along.
“Shiloh!” I heard Isabelle call. I searched for her and spotted her and Ethan making their way toward us from the large, drool-worthy kitchen. With a big smile, Isabelle hugged me. Stunned, it took me a second to hug her back. “You look amazing,” she gushed as she pulled away.
I beamed. “So do you.” She was wearing black shorts with a white, shimmering, sequined tank that really made her straight neon green hair pop.
I glanced at Ethan and found him already staring at me. “You do look like a vampire and Jessica Rabbit had a baby.”
Isabelle grinned at Ethan. “Right? I told you.”
Ethan nodded and I saw a mischievous glint spark in his eyes. “Are you ready to play a drinking game?”
Creed cursed. “We just walked through the door.”
Ethan lifted his arms out at his sides, looking around at everyone. “The whole point of a party is to party.”
Isabelle shook her head. “There’s no point in arguing. He’s been brainstorming the best drinking game to play with Shiloh for days.”
“A bet is a bet and Shi lost,” Ethan said. “Are you sure you don’t want to play, baby?”
Isabelle shook her head again. “There’s no way I’d win.” She winced and looked at me. “Prepare yourself.”
Gee, that’s reassuring.
Ethan laughed and waved for us to follow him back into the kitchen.
“What game did you end up choosing?” Colt asked.
“You can’t play. First-timers only,” Ethan said as he grabbed a bunch of shot glasses from a cabinet.
We all watched as Ethan placed four shot glasses in front of me on the kitchen island and four in front of himself. He began filling each shot glass in front of me with a different liquor. Jim Beam, Jose Cuervo, Fireball, and Bacardi 151. Then he did the same with his four shot glasses in the same order. I was acquainted with each of the spirits he’d used and all of them tasted terrible. That was a given, I found, with most alcohol. But I never drank it for its taste. If I had to pick a poison, it would be whiskey. It had a preferable burn when going down. Out of the selection Ethan had chosen, the Bacardi almost had me cringing. Rum and I didn’t get along.
Ethan rubbed his hands together with evil glee. “Here’s how we play—”
“Shit, man, you’re going to get her trashed with one game,” Creed grumbled.
I almost snickered. It’d take more than four shots to do that. I wasn’t going to say that out loud, though. Not until I knew how this game was played.
“The deal was for one drinking game. I had to make it count,” Ethan argued. “Anyway, here’s how we do this…we’re each going to take a shot at the same time. The first person to make the slightest cringe loses. If neither of us reacts to the first shot we move to the next one, then so on and so forth.”
“What do I get when I beat you?” I asked.
“I knew you would say that,” Ethan said with a grin. “If I win, you have to play another drinking game.”
“Why am I getting the impression that you’re trying to get me drunk?”
“I’m not. I think it would be good for you to let loose a little,” he said. “As your friend, I think you deserve to have some fun for once.”
That was very sweet of him.
“Fine.” I looked to Isabelle. “What should I make him do if I win?”
She grinned and tapped her chin with her finger. “What do you think of the music playing?” she asked me.
It was good. Seemed like it was mostly rock. “You want to change it?”