“Well, if you don’t take the challenge, you automatically lose.”
There’s a nagging voice in the back of my head telling me that we’ve started a new game, but I’m drunk enough to not care. I’m only hearing that I’ll lose and, even though I just told her I was ready to call it quits, the competitive side of me has decided we’re good for one more.
“What happens if I lose, Grady?” I smirk at her.
Norah grins maliciously at me. “If you lose—or don’t accept the challenge—you, Eamon,andRo have to be my models for the costume fittings for the drag show.”
I hear Eamon curse under his breath. “Don’t do it, mate.”
“What kind of costumes?” Ro asks curiously.
My stomach sinks when Norah starts giggling and sings out, “Wellllll…Itisa drag show. And I amthe costume designer, so you do the math.”
She’s mental. “No fucking way, Grady!” I yell.
“You must really think I’ll beat you then.”
Glaring at her, and trying to focus, I nod. “Alright. If you outdrink me, then we’ll agree to play dress-up. But,” I point at her, “If I outdrinkyou, then you and Layla have to come up withand performa cheer at our next match. In front of the whole crowd.”
The color drains from Norah’s face and my lovely Layla is looking at her friend with such hatred it’s almost scary. She then turns those eyes my way, and I feel my balls shrivel a bit.
“Absolutely no fucking way, Teagan.”
I grin and drape an arm over her shoulders, pulling her into me so I can kiss her cheek before looking smugly at Norah.
“What’s the matter, Norah? You look a little scared. Afraid I’ll beat you?”
“Norah, don’t you dare agree to this,” Layla seethes next to me.
The red-haired lass and I have a tense glare-off before she nods. “Alright.Deal.”
“What?” Layla shrieks. “Shit. You better win or we’re not friends anymore.”
Laughing, Norah clumsily makes her way to the bar where Alicia is pouring drinks. I move closer to Layla, attempting to kiss her neck, but she shoves me away.
“Uh uh,” she says, shaking her head. “You better hope she wins or this relationship is going to take a turn for the worse.”
“Ah, c’mon, Lovely. Will it really be so bad to cheer for me at a game? You’re a dancer, so you’ll be grand.”
“Teagan, I swear to god. Look at this face,” she points to it, not realizing that I’m always looking at her. “Do I look like I’m joking about this?”
No, she doesn’t, but my drunk arse is too busy thinking about her in a cheer leading costume. “But think of how good you’ll look in that little skirt,” I purr, gripping her thigh before sliding my hand up her inner thigh.
“Don’t.” She clamps her legs together and grabs my wrist, pulling it away. I watch her exit the booth and stomp to the bar.
I chuckle, thinking that maybe I should be worried, but she’s sexy even when she’s angry. I have a feeling the make-up sex will be worth it. On that thought, I stumble up to our group where Norah is informing Alicia of our plan.
“Alright, Teags. Our fate is in your hands. Don’t fuck this up.” Ro is rubbing my shoulders like I’m Conor McGregor about to begin a fight.
Norah lets out a bark of laughter. “Oh, Ro. I have a denim thong with your name on it.”
We all laugh, but none more than Alicia. She’s holding her sides as she giggles away. Rowan, abandoning my shoulders, stalks toward her, growling, “That will be enough out of you, lass. I bet you’d enjoy seeing me in that, wouldn’t you?”
Alicia snorts indelicately. “I’d pluck my eyes out with these bar tongs if I saw your ass in a denim thong.” She waves the tongs in the air.
I can tell that Ro is about to get fired up, so I decide to get a move on. “Let’s do this, Grady. I hope you and Layla enjoy coming up with your cheer.”
The cheeky sprite actually salutes me before saying, “Bring it, Irish.”
