I take the glass from her, watching as she sucks most of hers back in a single gulp.
"That'sRedbull..."
"And," she shrugs.
Jesus, the woman's going to have a fucking heart attack if she slams those back like that. She smacks me on the arm just as I bring my glass to my lips. "Don't be a vagina, suck it back."
A vagina?Shaking my head, I snort into my glass before taking a sip.
I watch Crystal finish her dance and toss a few quid on the floor of the stage for her. When she bends down to pick them up, tits out and all, she glances up at me and winks.
"Aw, see," Hope places her hand on my shoulder and leans in close to my ear, "the ladies like you because you don't look like you'd be ungrateful. You look all sweet and nice andmuscley..." She takes the last swig of her drink and slams the glass on the table in front of me. "Another round, Lars, this one's on me."
"You aren't going to be able to walk out of here, and I'm not carting your arse out of here either."
She throws her head back, laughing. "Oh,Finnley, you're cute." She grins. "I'm Irish." I lift a brow. "I grew up on whiskey. Hell, I've skinny dipped in straight whiskey. Who the hell can say that?"
"Why did you—"
"Brandon."She sighsand thensmiles. "Healways was aripe cunt. Hell, he even gotPoppyin thatwhiskeyvat."
Nodding, I take another swig of my drinkand focus on the stage. I don’t want to focus on him or the fact that he’s gone.
"Seriously,Lars.Another round,"Hope shouts.
Larry nodsjust as another girl struts out onto the stage.
"Ah, look at that one in her sparkly shoes. I'd have a go at that one..." Hope snickersandI cut my eyesto her."What? A little girl on girl never hurt anyone."The club lights bounce offHope'sface and her shiny lips.Kyansays something and she laughs, tossing her head back. The vodka must be getting to me, because for a split-second, all I can think about is grabbing those red locks of hers and running my hand through it.
Two hours later andI'mshitfaced.Kyan'sslobbering and Hope...Hope is, fuck, she's hotwhen I'm drunk. She's hot when I'm sober,butshe'sdangerouslyhotwhen I can't see straight.The song fades out before another, slower song starts. Hope slams her empty shot glass onto the table, falling against me. Her hand lands on my arm and her fingers spread out over my biceps, gently squeezing. "Shit, I'mhammered," she mumbles, covering her face with her free hand. She leans into me a little more and the top of her head brushes underneath my nose. She smells like...like...I take a deep inhale, my eyes closing for a moment. She smells like a fucking woman: soft and sweet and goddamn—
"Finn!"Kyanshoutsfrom behind me and I lazily turn to glance at him. "You two coming or what?"
It's now that I notice it's only me and Hope still at the table and my hand is on her thigh. On her warm, bare thigh. I quickly snatch it away. Kyan'sstandingby the tablewith his jacket on, watching us.
"Yeah," I mumble, rubbing my palms over the leg of my jeans before I stand. "Yeah, we're uh—I'm uh..."
Hope staggersto her feet and grabs her purse from the table. There's this drunk glaze to her eyes and she wobbles a little as we stand here.Shestarts off toward the exit, stumbling and shoving men out of her way. I can only imagine she's mumbling cunt under her breath.
Kyanpunches me in the arm. "I'm going to get laid. Make sure treacle gets home okay, huh?" He smirks as he nods toward Hope, and then he walks off. I groan as I stumble toward the exit and throw the door open. The cool night air wraps around me and I shove my hands inside my pocket, wishing I'd brought a jacket. Hope's leaningagainst the outside of the building, one eye closed and jabbing at her phone. I walk over to her, grab her free hand, and drag her away from the building.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking you home."
"Well,Finnley, that's a lot more forward than I expected from your surly arse."
"Shut up, Hope." I laugh.
Leaning into me, Hope wraps her arms around me and presses her cheek against my chest as I flag a taxi. "You smell good. Like Cherry and...man."
I fight a laugh and wait for the taxi to come to a halt before opening the door. "Get in, Miss ‘I'm Irish’."
She gets in and crawls across the back seat on allfours,flashingme her arseand herpinklace underwear."Iam Irish, you cunt," she mumbles, her arse still on full display.I try not to look, I do, butfuck,there's only so much a guy can do.All Icanseeis her long, toned thighs, myhands onherhipswiththatview.My dicktwitchesand Islammyeyesshut. She'scrazyHope...crazy, really fucking hot Hope.
"MissIskinny dippedin avatofwhiskey,” I taunt.
Shefallsbackinthe seat and glares at me,slamming one hand overan eye. "There, now there's only oneof you.I can't manage twocunts right now."
