If it wasn't for the change of classical music to bump and grind jams, I'm sure the three of us would have ended up staying in the hotel rooms upstairs due to being wasted.
Connor clearly handled alcohol well, still being somewhat coherent in comparison to Jax and me. I was between the tipsy stage where I knew what was happening around me, and the I-don't-give-a-fuck stage.
As for Jax, he'd gone beyond that stage and I felt that if we were home, he'd be in the take-you-to-bed stage since he couldn't get his lips and hands off either of us. I had to absorb every kiss he gave Connor because he surely wouldn't be doing it in public anywhere else, and it was far too great to not get completely absorbed in.
Alright. Maybe I was really into seeing the two of them make out, but I'd never tell them that. Even if I was really drunk.
The music lowered to a slow pace, a sign that the club was going to close soon. I broke the kiss with Connor, the two of us breathless before I turned my head to give Jax one more kiss - as if he wouldn't try to kiss me again in five seconds.
"I need to piss," Jax admitted, talking over the loud music.
"I better go with you before you go jumping someone," Connor said, giving him a look of horror.
Jax grinned with pride. "I wouldn't jump anyone but you two," he slurred and hugged me. "Brianne. Come with us."
"I can't come to the men's washroom, silly." I giggled and shivered as his lips teased the nape of my neck.
"Why?" He sounded so disappointed.
"Because she's not a boy, Jax." Connor shook his head and had to pry him off me.
"Why?" he demanded as if it didn't make sense.
"I don't have a cock, Jax," I revealed. "Remember?"
"Hmmm." He looked at me and chuckled. "Ya. You're our girl."
"Oh goodness, Jax." I snickered while Connor sighed.
"Yes. Brianne's ours. Let's take you to the washroom to piss so we can take one of those clear tonics and go home."
Clear tonics were what everyone had to take if you planned to leave the hotel for the night. It cleared the "drunk" out of you but still gave a euphoric sensation. I’d never known they existed and questioned why we didn't have those around the world, but they were probably expensive and only a privilege since we were in a seven-star club.
"Boo." Jax pouted his lips. "I want to dance!"
"We'll dance at home," I purred. "Or do whatever you want."
"Us time," he whispered.
"Yes. All three of us." I winked.
"Good." He smirked and looked over at Connor. "You're gonna be in front?"
"Sure," he replied. "As long as you're only kissing in the back.”
"That was my plan," Jax said as if he'd won an award and was making a speech. "I think I'd miss trying to aim my winky-dinky."
I giggled at the mere idea of him failing to put his thingy anywhere.
"Please don't miss the bowl in the washroom."
"Don't worry, I'll aim for the sink."
"The urinal," Connor corrected.
"Same thing," he happily declared. "Did you hear? The urinal sprays fancy perfume so your winky-dinky smells nice and inviting."
"That's bull!" I laughed, and Connor groaned.
"You're making shit up."
"Let's go find out," Jax encouraged.
"Ugh. Don't move so quickly when you can barely walk," Connor scolded and quickly looked back at me. "Brianne. We'll be back. Stay around here."
"Yes, Daddy," I hummed, which made his cheeks blush.
Making my way to the bar, I asked for one more shot as I leaned against the expensive counter. The bartender was back in moments, placing the glass before me.
My fingertips weren't even close to snagging the tiny glass when it was gone.
"Can you get her a glass of orange juice instead?"
I slowly looked over to see Fuwa as he took the shot down in one go and sighed.
"Why are human shots so bitter?" He cringed and looked at the glass as if it had ruined his hopes and dreams. "Orange juice is better."
"Fuwa." I gave him a look and he shrugged.
"You drank too much."
"That's the point."
"As your god brother, I have to make sure you don't lose any more brain cells from all the alcohol," he reasoned as the bartender returned with the glass of orange juice.
Fuwa nodded to him before offering me the glass of sweet yellow-orange goodness.
I inevitably drank it, only to smirk and chug it down.