Page 6 of Ruined Promises

“Do we have to?” Brynn whines, avoiding my eye contact, and snuggles into Cal’s chest as if that will keep her from getting up. He hugs her tightly. They seriously would make an adorable couple and such attractive babies. I think the booze is going to my head, too.

Oh, hell no.I straighten my back, pushing my chest out. “Tonightismynight, and what I say goes, so chug your champagne or order another shot, but damnit, get off your lazy asses and come dance with me!”

I place my hands on my hips and raise my eyebrow, giving them my best mom impression, showing them that I mean business. A few more drinks are slung back, and the crowd escapes the booth.

I hear a few mumbled curses behind me shared between Brynn and Cal. “I heard that,” I joke over my shoulder.

“Meant you to,” Cal singsongs as he slides out of the booth after Brynn.

I throw my hands up in victory as I take Hadley’s hand in mine. The VIP section is full tonight, so we have to squeeze past the crowd to make our way to the stairs that leads us to the dance floor.

We somehow find space on the dance floor. I close my eyes and allow the music to take over my body, swaying side to side as it changes from “IWannaDance with Somebody” by Whitney Houston to “Titanium” by David Guetta and Sia. I push the thoughts of adulting, jobs, and new bosses—something that I can face tomorrow while milking a terrible hangover—but for now, I let the music carry me away.