Sunsets and Vegas Bombs

☼ Chapter 2

When I told the guys I had hoped to be on the road by noon, I didn't take into account the fact that Teagan would forget to call and check into the booking office and confirm our twenty-four hour notice, Noah would still be over at his girlfriends, and Danny would still have clothes in the dryer.

"You know, you're the most scatterbrained human I've ever met, with the exception of Teeg's over there at times." I say, slinging my arm over Danny's shoulders as he sits at the bar.
"Look, you got the brains, Devon got the brawn, you both got looks, so there wasn't much left for me." He jokes, "But all together we make like, one person."
"Funny how you're pulling both A's and the ladies, so don't talk about not getting blessed." I chastise back.

We may be triplets, but nobody is confusing one for the other. We hardly even look alike. I'm shorter and got my moms Irish looks; green eyes, and freckles, while Devon and Danny take after our late father with their height and gray eyes, but we were all "blessed" with fair skin that burns but never seems to truly tan and so-brown-it-looks-black hair. Plus, if someone does manage to confuse the two boys, their personalities are entirely unique.

Danny scoffs at my comment and pulls on a lock of hair that seems to have escaped my bun, "How about you and whats-his-name, why didn't you invite him with us."
I blush as multiple heads turn in my direction, "That was a mistake in its entirety."
"Aw, too bad he won't be there," Miller pipes up, sarcasm dripping off his words like the jelly off the sandwich in his hand.
"He seemed like a tool," Teagan offers, "you could do much better."

A murmured agreement goes up from the guys in the kitchen. I shake my head at their antics and take a bite out of the sandwich in front of me instead of responding. Agreeing or disagreeing with them would only keep this particular conversation going, something I'm less than keen about.

I'm saved from further inquiry however, as Noah and Jordan come strolling into the house, Noah halfway staggering under a couple bags. I rush to embrace Jordan and she squeals when she sees me, opening her arms for me to fly into.

"Harley, you have no idea how excited I am for this! I haven't been to the beach in a hot minute." She exclaims.
"Trust me, this trip is well deserved and happily awaited. I was thinking about it sitting in class on Friday." I agree.

We make our way over to the bar and sit down with Danny while Noah slaps a sandwich together for Jordan. Now all we're waiting for are the stupid clothes Danny insists only need, "five more minutes." After threatening him with bodily harm and a good dose of karaoke when we go to the Rowdy Squirrel, the clothes are suddenly dry and ready to go.

After one final pass through to turn off the lights and grab anything we missed, we lock up and rush the cars. With all nine of us, we previously decided that nine cars were needed for the drive. Noah and Jordan in Noah's SUV; myself, Jax, Danny, and Teagan in my Tahoe; and Nathan, Miller, and Devon in Nathan's truck.

After last minute snack and drink exchanges are made, we take off. Last year, we got halfway there before Nathan got pulled over for his lift kit and the cop managed to get me for a tint violation. We have a running bet for who gets pulled over first on the trip, and the bet doubles if we get pulled over before we even make it there.

Settling into the passenger seat, I roll my window down a bit for an excuse to turn the radio up a tiny bit on my go-to classic rock station. Teagan groans and grabs onto Jax's arm in the second row.

"Jax make her stop! I can't listen to this the whole way there." He pleads, much to our amusement.
"Sorry bro, no can do. You're outvoted on this one. Harley and I both like classic rock, and Danny doesn't mind it. Maybe you can convince Harley to let you have the aux later?"

None of us can hold back laughter when Teeg collapses dramatically back onto his seat and pretends to pout out the window.

"Poor Teeg's, he's gonna think we don't love him anymore." I tease, reaching back and grabbing his knee, "I promise you can use the aux at the first stop we make."
He holds his pout for a moment longer before dropping it and grinning, "Good thing Noah just texted the groupchat and said they need to stop for gas and Davon said they need to top off too. Looks like the aux is mine sooner than you thought, princess."

My eyes widen as the others bust out in surprised laughter, and now it's my turn to pout. Pushing my bottom lip out, I make sad eyes at Teagan as he laughs so hard he's literally shaking. Jax, who normally caves at that look, laughs along with him.

"Y'all are mean!" I cry, biting back laughter.
"Sorry, princess, but a deals a deal. Can't back out now." Teagan chokes out.

I shoot another pleading glance at Jax who falters for a moment before nodding at Teagan, "He's right, princess, a deal's a deal. You said it and now, as much as I hate to admit it, the music is up to pretty boy."
Teagan makes a noise of indignance, "Just because I choose to dress in clothes that fit me doesn't mean-"

Teagan's age old rant is cut off as I throw a half empty water bottle at him. He ducks and it smacks off a cooler before dropping into the back. Jax doubles over in laughter and I turn back to the front, shaking my head.

After the gas stop, which also took way longer than it should have because Miller suddenly decided that if he didn't have another Copenhagen wintergreen and a Coke, he was going to riot. So, after a ten minute search for the fool's wallet, he found it buried in his bag and made the purchases, and we could finally get back on the road.