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you shut your mouth?”

“I couldn’t talk with a cigarette in my mouth,” I said. “You ruined that.”

“Put something else in your mouth then,” Levi said.

“I’m trying,” I said. “I’d prefer a nice sized bridesmaid tit. Left, or right.”

“Levi,” Karen said.

Levi pointed to me. “You’re not funny. You’re lucky you’re here. Just lay low. Please.”

“I’ll blend right in,” I said.

Levi went to Karen and they hurried away like I smelled.

Which I probably did.

I smelled like cigarette smoke and a nice cock for one night.

I looked down at my cigarette on the ground.

Smushed.

It reminded of the bridesmaids hearts when I was done with them all.

I took my stuff to some guy in a fancy suit and white gloves.

He had a cart waiting and verified my name.

He put my stuff on the cart and said everything would be in my room.

Before I could ask where my room was, he handed me a keycard and gave me basic directions around the hotel.

Then he grabbed the cart and wandered off.

I slipped my hands into my pockets and started to walk around the perimeter of the tent.

Inside it was luxury meets douchebag.

Also inside were Mom and Dad.

I wasn’t quite ready for that hello yet.

So I walked to edge of one of the hills.

I saw lines of grapevines and nodded. Those juicy little bastards would end up as overpriced wine someday.

More than that… I thought about work.

Mr. Harrison. Daluney.

Them and their wives at a place like this.

The four of them sitting around, telling stories, laughing, getting to know one another. Daluney was smart. He used his wife to close deals all the time.

Just like Merkelwood.

He snuck right in on that deal like a cockroach in the dark.

He probably got Mr. Harrison a little drunk on wine and then took him for a walk for a cigar or something. Then he threw it all him, made comments about the winery and the wives… of course, that was after he led the charge on flirting with anything that was younger and with a slit.

Mr. Harrison loved that shit too.

He didn’t like that I was single but he loved being able to pickup women younger than him because he was married.

I nodded.

It was all just part of the business. Part of the game.

Behind me I heard laughter, murmuring, and the occasional tink sound of glasses touching.

I looked back and saw Levi shaking hands with some tall, skinny guy.

Levi was ear to ear smile.

Something was said and Levi pointed to Karen, who was off in the distance with a few women that I assumed to be bridesmaids.

I grinned and knew it was time to get to work.

Before heading that way, I detoured closer to the tent and found a waiter holding a drink tray.

“What do you have?” I asked.

“Wine, sir,” the waiter said.

“Listen. I need some whiskey. You can help me, right?”

“We’re serving wine tonight, sir.”

“Yeah, fuck that. Let’s get some whiskey.”

“Sir, I cannot leave until my tray is empty.”

There were four glasses on the tray.

I grabbed all four and threw them behind me.

“There. Done. Let’s go find some whiskey.”

The waiter and I walked down to the hotel.

“There’s a bar inside,” he said to me.

“What do you have back there?” I asked and nodded to an EMPLOYEES ONLY door.

The waiter didn’t answer right away.

“I’ll pay,” I said. “I don’t want to be here. My brother is getting married. I’m the best man. I just want to get drunk and fuck one or three of the bridesmaids. And I need some goddamn whiskey.”

“Wait here,” he said.

The waiter vanished and returned a minute later with a bottle of whiskey.

“If anyone finds out about this, I’ll get fired,” he said.

“No you won’t. I went into the back myself and grabbed this. End of discussion.”

I walked away from the waited and enjoyed a drink.

“I know it’s a fucking winery, but there’s nothing else to drink?”

I heard the voice and then saw the person.

In a black dress, carrying her shoes over her shoulder.

“Yeah, well fuck you too, dude!”

I stopped dead in my tracks.

She turned her head and looked at me.

Should length blonde hair, dark eyes, and sexy snarl on her face.

“What are you looking at?” she asked me.

“Someone who needs a drink,” I said.

I showed her the bottle of whiskey.

“I’m not sleeping with you if we share that,” she said.

“Then keep walking.”

“Funny.”

“I’m not joking. Not when it comes to whiskey and sex.”

“Great,” she said. “I need to just coast through this wedding, okay?”

“You’re here for the wedding?”

“I’m in the wedding.”

“Me too,” I said.

“Great,” she said again.

I stepped toward her. “Not a fan of wine?”

I held the bottle of whiskey out.

She took it and drank it like water.

That got my attention.

Her lips smacked together and she sighed.

“No,” she said. “I got wine drunk two nights ago. My stomach turns at the thought of wine.”

“You timed that poorly, huh?”

“I guess so. Thanks for the drink.”

“Where are you running off to?” I asked.

“The dinner party,” she said. “I have to say something. Karen’s my cousin… or at least that’s what I tell everyone. We’re close like cousins, if that makes sense.”

“Levi’s my brother.”

“You’re the best man?” she asked with a grin.

“That smile tells me you heard a few things about me,” I said.

“Something like that,” she said. “See you around, Levi. Thanks for the drink.”

She started to jog away.

A short, beautiful woman with a mouth like a sailor and a the ability to throw back whiskey like a biker.

I let out a loud whistle.

She stopped and looked back.

“What’s your name?” I called out.

“Grace,” she said.

She started to jog again.

“Grace,” I whispered.

I laughed to myself.

If women like Grace were part of this wedding, maybe things weren’t going to be so boring…

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