Boots and Billionaires

8~Do It Again

Maisie's pov
June 11th

We left the house to go out to eat. I could've cooked. And I would've felt comfortable. But now, I'm wearing a black cowboy hat into a bar because Lucille wasn't satisfied with 'just dinner' per usual. I've got my fake ID on me, but I really didn't intend to use it. I'd feel more comfortable with a few mixed drinks at my house, around a bonfire. But anything Lucille wants, she gets. The only good thing about the specific bar, is the fact that it's also a dance hall. Meaning, if I do drink, maybe I can have the courage to show off those line dances I learned last year. And this jacket? It isn't coming off, I hate the way Lucille's top doesn't cover my shoulders and the fact that it is skin tight. I've got insecurity issues to go through, then maybe it'd be cute. Camdyn doesn't seem to mind though, all he's been doing is staring. No words though. But none from me either. So I guess it checks itself out.

"You're going to be reallll happy that we went shopping before this. A suit wouldn't make for a good time in this place." Lucille is practically running into the place, happiness seeping from every pore in her body. Camdyn and her walk side by side, seeming somewhat happy to be here. While Trystan and I walk in the back with our practically all black clothing, tense bodies, and resting bitch faces. "Cheer up, Mais. What do ya know, ya might find yourself a cowboy." She sends a wink my way, walking into the bar and handing in her ID. We all get to that point, handing our IDs to the chick at the entrance, and getting them back once looked over. I didn't miss the scowl on Camdyn's face when Lucille brought up another man, and it did put a smile on my face.

'Here For The Party' by Gretchen Wilson blasts through the speakers and it immediately lightens my mood. Lucille throws her jacket over her shoulder and skips over to the bar, singing along to every word. The rest of us walk up to the bar slowly, the energy here bringing a smirk even on Trystan's face. Lucille orders the two of us two shots of Fireball each, and we throw them back without hesitation. No twisted face, no reaction. Goes down like water. I blow a little breath out and let the warmth of the liquid stream through me body. "Damn, bro. That's either some trash ass alcohol or they got some balls of steel." I try and let my mood lighten, and when I see Tanner, a woman who looks like a Walmart version of myself, and no space between them. It makes it easier. I raise my brows and laugh loudly. So obnoxiously that it draws his attention.

"They got balls dude. That shit is strong." Camdyn speaks and looks around while I smile widely and stare. I nudge Lucille and nod my head at the two of them, both staring at us now. She furrows her brows and looks over to me, both of us bursting into laughter at once. "No fucking way, Mais. My brother is fucking your cousin!? The same cousin that he che-" My smile drops and I smack a hand forcefully over her mouth. My wide eyes go over hers, that's when she realizes that the two men beside me don't know about anything involving her. They don't need to. I swipe my hand flat across my neck and tell her to stop, and when I move my hand she just smiles and giggles. "She is sooooo not a girls girl." She rolls her eyes and leans back against the bar, moving her hips side to side to the song.

"Camdyn. Dance with my girl here. She needs to let loose." Camdyn looks lost, but he looks so confident that if someone looked his way you'd think he's from here. He raises his eyebrows when he catches me looking in his direction. Then, as if God was telling me to dance with anyone but him, 'Honky Tonk Badonkadonk' by Trace Adkins starts to play through the speakers. I smile and look over to Lucille, a happy squeal leaving both of our lips. I throw back another shot Luce ordered, and then I'm running to the dance floor with Lucille by my side. She grips onto my fingers and holds tight while we begin to dance, moving our legs and hips along with the dance to the song. "Now honey you can't blame her," I smile and look up, enjoying myself for the first time in a long time. "For what her mama gave her!!" I sing it to myself as I let myself fall into rhythm, not giving a shit whose watching and who isn't.