I throw an arm around Liv, hanging onto her as we wobble. “If you had the chance to smash Legolas, would you do it?”
“You mean Orlando Bloom? Hell yeah.”
“Well yeah, Orlando Bloom. But only if he’s actually an elf.”
“Still hell yeah.”
“The ears wouldn’t bother you?”
Liv throws back her head and laughs. “Why would I be looking at hisears?”
We make our third trip to the keg, rating as many fictional fantasy men as we can think of. Thor? Thumbs-up.Edward Cullen? Maybe. Damon Salvatore? God, yes. When Liv brings up Captain America, I have to correct her. “He can’t be on the list. He’s human.”
“So what? They’re all fiction.”
I mutter, “Wanna bet?”
Liv side-eyes me, then my nearly empty cup. She teases, “Do I need to cut you off?”
“How about just a half cup more?”
Our buddy at the keg, Josh—yeah, we’re on a first name basis now—is happy to oblige. “Are you stuck here all night?” I ask him. He’s been on keg duty for over an hour.
He sighs. “I’m a pledge. I’m here as long as they want me to be.”
I’m enraptured by his thick wavy hair and startling green eyes.
Liv does her best Karen imitation. “Well, we’d like to speak to your manager. We think he’s abusing his staff.” The manager Liv is referring to would be Josh’s Big Brother, the one who gets to push his assigned pledge around.
I smile innocently. “Maybe you could let us know where to find him?”
Josh grins. “His name’s Liam, and he’s right—” he stretches to point past a cluster of drunk girls, “over there.”
“The guy in the blue shirt?” Liv asks.
“That’s him.”
I lay a hand on Josh’s shoulder. “We’ll see what we can do.”
Liam is more than happy to let us invade his small cluster of friends. In fact, he can’t take his eyes off Liv’s 34Cs. This is going to be cake.
Liv tilts her pretty head and bats her lashes. “Are you Josh’s Big Brother?’
“Yeah? Why?”
“You aren’t gonna make him stay at the keg all night, are you? Because we want him to come dance with us.” Liv puts an arm around my waist and pulls me right up against her side. We stumble just enough to hint at how much alcohol we’ve consumed.
“Is that right?” Liam’s southern accent is thick and his smile charming.
I pout. “Couldn’t you let him take a little break?”
“Might could. But I still gotta keep an eye on him.”
Hmm. That’s gonna be tricky when his eye is most definitely glued to Liv.
She gives him a coy smile. “Then why don’t you come dance with us, too?”
Liam smacks the shoulder of the guy standing beside him. “Get Carlos to man the keg. I’m taking Josh off duty.”
