“What is this place?” I ask over the loud music.
“This is the hottest Halloween party in the city,” Kellan murmurs into my ear.
“We had to come all the way to New York City for a party?” I tease.
Kellan smirks and shrugs his shoulder. “We’re only young once, right?”
“Very true.” I look around the room, and I’m both relieved and shocked to see that there are people wearing way less than us in attendance.
It was so weird. At the door, the guys had to give their names and everything. It’s way more formal than any party I have ever been to.
“Did I tell you that you look fucking fantastic tonight, beautiful?”
I eye my man. “You too. It’s a good thing we got ready separately, otherwise, we would have never left the room.”
Kellan laughs like I’m joking, but I’m not. While they dressed us as Victoria’s Secret Angels, the guys dressed as Calvin Klein underwear models. I thought for sure at least one of them would look uncomfortable, but all five guys look as if it’s a typical Friday night. Then again, maybe it is for them, considering they see each other naked on the daily.
“Do I want to know what you were just thinking about?” Kellan asks, tearing me from my thoughts.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t. Just because it’s dark in here doesn’t mean I didn’t see you blush.” He smirks.
Before I can come up with anything to say, our friends join us at the table with enough drinks for everyone.
“This place is crazy!” Grace yells.
“I fucking love it,” Peyton says, raising a drink.
“Of course you do,” Beckett teases her.
Peyton pushes a shot toward me, and I pick it up. When everyone raises theirs, I realize that Clay and Kellan are both missing one.
“What about you two?”
“We’re not drinking tonight,” Kellan tells me.
Clay nods. “We’re in charge of making sure everyone gets back safely.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind not drinking,” I tell them.
I’m not even old enough to drink. Kellan really isn’t either, come to think of it.
Kellan’s hand flexes on my hip. “Drink if you want to, beautiful. I got you.”
“Okay, okay. We need to cheers,” Peyton says.
“To condoms and bathroom hookups,” Brett says, making everyone cringe.
“To a Halloween for the record books,” Grace says, shaking her head.
We all tap our glasses together and repeat her before taking a drink. The tequila warms my throat as it goes down, making me shiver.
Fuck. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to tequila or even if I want to.
“Hey, do we know them?” Grace asks, pointing across the room.
We all follow her line of sight and see a woman sitting on a man’s lap while holding the hand of another, while one more looks down at her like the sun rises and sets on her.
