"May tequila protect you, green tea shots respect you, and good dick never neglect you!" I shout before we all take a shot of tequila. We've finished our food and now we're well on our way to getting absolutely plastered, we're back into the main part of the club where the dancefloor is and we're at the bar putting away as much alcohol as possible.
"Nice mum, classy." Riley leans on me with a loud laugh.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I am the classiest bird." I pick up my glass of Dom and parade it in front of her like drinking champagne will elevate my social status from slumming it to royalty...it doesn't work. "Let's go!" I tug her to the dancefloor and twirl her around, squealing when she almost careens into another partier.
"Careful, if we wipe people out, we've gotta pay insurance." Peyton says, joining the two of us while the others keep adding to my tab. Every time the men buy something there they send me a text to authorise it and they are racking up quite the bill too. I also recognised the scotch that he doesn't like so I sent him some of mine to make him feel better.
"Nah, I'm a VIP, I could wipe out the entire floor and they wouldn't do a thing." I spin Peyton too. I've never had both of my girls together at once, hopefully Lucia will come over soon and then I'll have all three of my babies in one place. Lucia almost reads my mind and joins us, "all three of my babies together, I never thought I'd see the day." I reach out and grab them all in a hug, they all laugh at me for being so emotional. "All three of you are going to be married."
"Aww, mama, only because of you." Peyton reassures me and I pat her cheek. "This is the best song ever! Girls! Come here!" The rest of our group floods the floor, screaming along to the lyrics and dancing sexily and laughing so hard that we had to sit down on the floor.
"Where are we going?" Cassidy mumbles, the most drunk of us all despite the fact she drank the least. We're all in Lucia's limo right now, I think we're going to Luxure but I could be wrong, I wasn't paying any attention while I was corralling the drunkards into the car. The only person remotely sober is Riley, I am too but it costs way too much to get me drunk. The others are basically paralytic.
"Luxure." Lucia replies all giggly, her man isn't even there so she's just dropping us off and then going back to her house. I really hope the men are going to be fine with us crashing their night because I won't be able to talk the girls out of it, all of them are way to excited to see them.
They stream into the club without me and I thank Lucia for the lift. "Umm, reservation for me, darling." I gather all the girls in a group and the maître-d smiles at me.
"Welcome, Evangeline, follow me." He leads us to the back of the building, the others practically sprinting after him while I greet a few friends in the restaurant. It's two am so I'm surprised there are still people here but some people are nocturnal like that. The boys all cheer when the girls walk in, I can hear it from hear.
"Have they been alright?" I ask the waiter, I didn't really expect them to like it here but I did tell them to behave as well as they could considering how expensive it is.
"They've been rowdy but haven't caused any disturbances. Not your usual crowd."
"I know, I love them anyway. Here." I hand him a few hundred dollar notes before following the women into the private room. They're all sat on their men with dopey grins and glazed eyes.
"Eva is the best!" Riley cheers, almost falling off of Boulder's lap in her excitement. I wince as I think about the cracking headache she's going to have tomorrow as I round the table to where Mac is. He isn't drunk like the others but he is on his way there and he's cute like this. I slip my arms over his shoulders and rest my chin on his head as I watch the others act like complete nutcases. He rubs my arms and thanks me for the scotch.
"I saw what Boulder was buying, you would've hated it." He laughs brightly and I plant a kiss or two on his cheek. He passes me his glass of my vintage and I take a sip, remembering when I first tried it. I was at a business meeting with some Saudi Arabian prince and it was his way of showing that he could buy me, that was early on in my business venture... he couldn't buy me anymore.
"Evangeline, there's someone out here asking for you." the waiter pokes his head in the door and everyone silences in curiosity, "he is just here, shall I let him in?" I nod slowly, still having no clue who he is talking about. The bloke steps in and I grin so wide I think my face could crack.
"Ah, you cheeky bastard!" I shout and sprint at him, he swings me around slightly and squeezes me. "You know it would be nice if you sent me a card every now and again, Maurice."
"I'm sorry, my darling." He consoles and I smack him. He's the rich guy who owns these clubs and gave me a membership when I was young and only make five figures. You're supposed to make at least seven before you're even considered but he made an exception for me, he definitely doesn't regret it now.
"Guys, this is Maurice Vivre. He owns the club." He greets everyone with a wave. "Right, fuck off then. This is my daughter's bachelorette party and you were not invited."
"As you wish. Dinner next week?
"Will your wife be there?"
"Of course."
"Then I shall meet you at yours, send me the time." He kisses my head and leaves in a flourish. I return to Mac's side but this time he yanks me into his lap, making me squeak in surprise and flick his nose in retaliation. "That was rude." He just shrugs and hugs me closer, his face tucking into the crook of my neck as I stroke through his hair.
The rest of the table is chatting away in excitement, Romeo and Runner are arguing over which prospect could take which prospect in a fight. Lexie, Peyton and Riley are all arguing over which one of their men could outfight the others and the rest of them I can't hear over the shouting. Cassidy is asleep though, Juniper isn't far off and Marielle is happily staring at her husband with googly eyes.
The waiter comes in and hands me the bill, I flip open the book and roll my eyes. They transferred the bill from Vivre to here so I can pay both in one fell swoop and it's much more expensive than I thought it would be. "What the fuck?!" Mac exclaims the minute he sees the price, everyone snaps out of their own conversations to listen in, "twenty-five grand?"
"That's not a lot, darling. I've spent more than this out with four other people. Jake! Could you charge this to my main account please? Add twenty percent for yourself!"
"Thank you, Miss White!" He shouts back as the waitress takes the booklet and I smile at her, she looks at me all dazed. Cute.
"We spent twenty-five grand in one sitting?" Bear asks, the others still listening in.
"Well, no. The girls and I racked up quite a bill at Vivre and Mac's scotch costs over a grand a glass. It adds up after a while." I shrug, knowing that this won't even make a dent on my private account. I make that kind of money in less than an hour, it really doesn't matter. Mac pinches my waist and I smack his hands away. "What?" I pout up at him for the abuse and he grabs my chin.
"Stop spending so much money on scotch."
"No." I kiss him chastely to continue my point and he glares playfully at me. He knows he won't win so he succumbs to me pretty quickly, shaking his head and putting it back where it was before.
I have the money so I always spoil the people I care about, Mac is not an exception.
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Mac (Riders of Apollo #8)
Romance"Are you going to kiss me or are you just gonna stare?" As if he needed the encouragement, he slams his mouth down on mine in a frenzy, his hands moving from the counter to my thighs and pressing himself against me completely. I try and overcome hi...
