Thrill Seeker (Kings of Vengeance MC Book 5) - Winter Travers Page 0,33
to get in there.”
Quinn chuckled. “That one was actually pretty good. She must have been brushing up on her dad jokes.”
Kimber twirled her hand in the air. “And that, folks, is my final.”
“Finale,” Fancy wheezed.
Kimber managed to stand up and took a drunken bow. “Ya know what I mean.” She pointed at Quinn. “Now, I need you to take my drunk bed to ass because I am drunk.” She held up two fingers a little bit a part. “Tiny bit drunk. Just tiny,” she slurred.
“I think you mean drunk ass,” Deedra called from the floor. She was still on her knees, but she had reached over for her cup and finished the last sip. “Your ass is drunk, not your bed,” she clarified.
“Thank you, Sherlock,” Kimber slurred. “I need my Quinn before I falls over again. I might have drank a smidge too much.”
Quinn moved over to Kimber and put an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s go, babe.”
She held her finger in the air. “I have an encore.”
“Yess,” Petra hissed. She held her cup in the air. “Encore, encore.”
“What time did the man go to the dentist?” She pointed her finger in Quinn’s face. “Don’t joke my ruin.” She shook her head. “You know what I mean.”
“What time?” Deedra called. She was loving these lame jokes.
Kimber smiled wide. “Tooth hurt-y.”
Deedra broke out into another fit of laughter while Fancy shook her head.
“Lame,” she groaned. “You told that one at the last Book Club.”
“Are they still trying to make this whole Book Club thing happen?” Zephyr asked. “All they do is cackle like a bunch of hens and get drunk.”
Queenie pointed her finger at Zephyr. “Shhh, Zebra. Uh, I mean Zucchini.”
“And this is where Queenie calls it a night,” Sledge laughed. “Thankfully, Gunner won’t have to see you like this.” He walked over to Queenie and held out his hand to her.
“I have a baby.” She took his hand and smiled. “And I’m drunk.”
“That you are, Q,” Sledge chuckled. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Queenie squealed. “Naptime!” she called.
“Ugh,” Kimber grunted. “Take me to bed, Quinn. I don’t need to hear anything more about naptime.” They ambled down the hallway while Kimber tried to tell one more joke. She gave up when she asked why the chicken tossed the road. Kimber was completely gone and couldn’t string two words together anymore.
Dyno, Rhino, and Sledge managed to gather their ol’ ladies and headed to their rooms with a chorus of groans and goodbyes.
I kneeled down next to Deedra and pushed her hair from her face. “You all right, Dee?”
She pasted a wonky smile on her face. “Those bitches sure do know how to drink. I think I’m drunk, Point.” She hiccupped and closed her eyes. “The room is spinning.”
“I think you might be right,” I chuckled.
She slapped my arm. “Help me up and take me home. I’m gonna have to wake up in my own bed. I’m gonna have a humdinger of a hangover.”
“A humdinger, huh?” I lifted her off the ground, and she leaned heavily into me. “You think you can ride on the back of my bike?”
She moaned and shook her head. “Maybe when I’m not possibly drunk.”
“You might be right. We can take your car.” I could have tried to convince her to stay at the clubhouse, but I liked the idea of being at her place with no one to interrupt us. Not that I had any plans other than sleeping in the same bed as Deedra, but once we woke up, we were going to finally have that serious talk.
It took a little bit, but I managed to load her up in the car, and we headed over to her house.
Her phone dinged a couple of times, but she couldn’t find it in her purse, and I was concentrating on the road.
“Fuck ‘em,” she slurred. She tossed her purse in the back and laughed. I cringed at the sound of basically everything inside falling out into the backseat. She was going to regret that come morning.
Ten minutes later, we pulled into her driveway, and I managed to get her out of the car without her falling or hitting her head on the doorframe.
She draped herself on me, and we trudged to the front door.
A shadow moved to my left, and I quickly tucked Deedra to my side and turned her away from whatever the fuck was in the bushes.
“What in the world,” she muffled. “You’ve put me in the stones, Wendel.”
I reached for my gun and pointed in