attention from the dark stranger across the bar back to the group. “You can’t elbow the drink hand, Lauren. That’s alcohol abuse.” Luckily, my beer had only sloshed a bit over my wrist. Unashamed, I slurped it up and straightened the crown I wore.
Lauren laughed. “Remember in high school, when I dropped my drink on your lap?”
“How could I forget?” I asked drily, readjusting Lauren’s hand so she wouldn’t repeat her mistake of years before. Of the ladies in this small bridal party, I’d known Lauren the longest—in fact, I’d been the one to introduce her to Bekka when I’d realized how in need Bekka was of people who wouldn’t mow her over, like her sister had been doing this entire bachelorette weekend.
“It’s your turn,” I reminded Bekka. “Truth or dare?”
Bekka blushed. She pre-gamed so hard she’d fallen asleep in the hotel room—which, if you asked me, was her plan all along. Bless her, Bekka was a very, very shy soon-to-be-bride. Which was why I’d accepted her dare to wear her tiara and bride sash this weekend. Brides usually got more attention than someone shy like Bekka would be comfortable with anyway. And, like old times, the night had been games of truth or dares, but so far, I’d been the only person to take a single dare.
“Truth…” Bekka said, and I suppressed a sigh.
“Okay,” Lauren blurted, swaying a bit beside me. “Is Thom’s dick really big?”
“Oh.” Bekka hiccuped and her pale skin reddened even more. “Um. What’s big?”
“I think you know what’s big, Beks,” her big sister Katy chimed in. “Like is it dinner plate length or is it saucer sized?”
“Yeah. Is it a meal or is it a snack?” Lauren asked.
Normally, I’d be down for this kind of girl chat. But this was Bekka’s weekend to let loose and with each probing question from her bachelorette party, I could see Bekka shrinking inwardly. Vegas hadn’t even been her bachelorette plans. That was Katy’s doing. Bekka wanted a quiet weekend at her parents’ cabin in the Idahoan forest. But Katy wanted Vegas. And after peer pressuring Bekka to do a Vegas bachelorette weekend, Bekka had reluctantly agreed.
Katy wasn’t my favorite person, to put it mildly. She liked to make a lot of comments about things Bekka was doing wrong for her wedding and took it upon herself to plan things that simply didn’t suit Bekka’s tastes. If I hadn’t been suspicious before of the reason for my inclusion as a member of Bekka’s bridal party, I knew for sure that I was included to help bring her sister to heel.
Katy flipped her hair over her shoulder and eyed her sister like she couldn’t wait to humiliate her. Bitch.
“Oh, come on. You guys can come up with a better question,” I said. Bekka’s eyes shifted to me and I saw her gratitude echoed in their blue depths. “Okay, Bekka. Have you ever sexted Thom?” It was relatively tame, but good enough to satiate Lauren.
A small smile spread Bekka’s lips.
Lauren burst out laughing. “Really? Read it out loud. In a British accent.”
“Hey, that’s a dare and a truth combined,” Katy complained. “I don’t really want to hear what sexy shit my sister says to her fiancé.”
“But you wanted to know if his dick could stretch the length of a dinner plate?” I asked, an eyebrow raised.
“It was just curiosity.”
“I don’t mind,” Bekka piped up. “I can read it aloud. Not sure I can pull off the British accent, though.”
“You totally can,” I said, wrapping my arm around her. “Come on, let’s hear it.”
“Okay.” She took a drink, finishing her glass, and closed her eyes briefly. “Let’s try titty fucking tonight.”
“Bekka!” Lauren squealed as I held up a hand for a high-five.
“I’m not drunk enough for this,” Katy complained, turning back toward the bar. I looked across it, looking at the man who was speaking to the bartender—the one I’d made long, delicious eye contact with as soon as I’d walked in. Though it was dark, I could make him out enough to know that he was hot—like the broody kind, as if he’d walked off the set of Pride and Prejudice and had found himself in a bar he didn’t want to be in and looked through everyone else like they were invisible. Like he could crush you with one look, break you into tiny pieces with his words. Why did I find that hot, anyway?
“It’s Tori’s turn for a dare,” Katy said, dragging my attention away from the hot piece