“What happens if I lose, Grady?” he smirked.
Grinning mischievously, I said, “If you lose, or don’t accept the challenge, you, Eamon, and Ro have to be my models for costume fittings for the Drag show.”
Eamon cursed under his breath. “Don’t do it, mate.”
“What kind of costumes?” Ro asked with a raised brow.
At that, I burst into a fit of giggles. “Wellllll…” Isang. “Itisa drag show. And Iamthe costume designer, so you do the math.”
“No fucking way, Grady!” Teagan roared.
“You must really think I’ll beat you then.” I teased.
He glared at me for a moment then gave a terse nod. “Alright. If you outdrink me, then we’ll agree to play dress-up.”
Eamon and Ro gawked at him in disbelief.
“But,” he began. “If I outdrinkyou, then you and Layla have to come up withand performa cheer at our next match. In front of the whole crowd.”
My face paled at the idea of doing anything in front of a crowd. I glanced at Layla who was shooting daggers at her.
“Absolutely no fucking way, Teagan,” Layla sneered.
He grinned at her in response, threw an arm around her shoulders, and kissed her on the cheek.
“What’s the matter, Norah?” he crooned. “You look a little scared. Afraid I’ll beat you?”
“Norah, don’t you dare agree to this,” Layla threatened.
After a tense moment of glaring at Teagan, I nodded. “Alright. Deal.”
“What?” Layla yelled. “Shit. You better win or we’re not friends anymore.”
We made our way to the bar where Amelia informed Alicia of the contest. She smirked knowingly and started lining up shot glasses and filling them. The only reason we were getting away with this was because Paddy had taken the night off.
Eamon wrapped an arm around my waist, drawing me back to his chest, and whispered in my ear, “Acushla, if he loses, you’re going to get it when we get home.”
I shivered in anticipation. I failed to inform them that before I became a Guinness girl, tequila was my drink of choice. I turned to face Eamon, pressing my mouth to his, and muttered, “I look forward to my punishment then.”
Ro was rubbing Teagan’s shoulders like a boxer getting ready to enter the ring.
“Alright, Teags. Our fate is in your hands. Don’t fuck this up.”
I laughed loudly. “Oh Ro. I have a denim thong with your name on it.”
When Alicia broke into a fit of giggles, he actually growled at her. “That will be enough out of you, lass. I bet you’d enjoy seeing me in that, wouldn’t you?”
She snorted. “I’d pluck my eyes out with these bar tongs if I saw your ass in a denim thong.”
“Let’s do this, Grady,” Teagan interrupted. “I hope you and Layla enjoy coming up with your cheer.”
I saluted him and said, “Bring it, Irish.”
Twenty minutes later, I was roaring my victory while Teagan was curled up in the fetal position on the floor. Eamon and Ro were groaning loudly and calling their friend every name in the book and some that weren’t found in any book at all. My friends were surrounding me, singing a drunken version of “We Are The Champions”. I squatted down and patted Teagan on the head, who lifted his eyes to glare at me.
“Don’t worry, O’Brien. I’ll make sure your costume is a flattering color. With a matching boa.”
“Fuck me,” he moaned. “How are you even standing? This whole pub is spinning right now.”
