Page 67 of Don't Call Me Sweetheart (Something Borrowed 1)

“Thanks, but there’s a group of us, and we’re in charge or procuring liquor for them.”

The lined moved, but Casanova hadn’t given up yet. “Oh, yeah? You guys here for a bachelorette or a birthday party?”

“Bachelorette party. My sister’s,” Kendall said.

“Nice, either one of you married?”

“No,” they said at the same time.

“But we both have really big, burly boyfriends who’re in court-ordered anger management,” Kendall added.

Marley laughed as the guy turned away from them, probably figuring he wasn’t getting laid by either one of them tonight.

“Gee, was it something we said?” Kendall said.

“Maybe he’s just not into drama.”

“Shame, cause it seems like we got nothing but drama.”

“Amen, sister,” Marley said.

By the time they made it back to the table with six shot glasses, there was a bottle and glasses already on the table. They set them down and Sonora took one. “We flagged down a server while you were gone, since it took you forever.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll drink it,” Marley said, irritated.

The night just went downhill from there.

Maybe it was the fact that she was the only sober one; even Kendall had started taking shots and had deteriorated into a giggling whoo-hooer. Or that the drunker Sonora got, the meaner she became.

Either way, by midnight Marley was ready to go back to the hotel and sleep.

Fiona, one of Sonora’s back-up dancers, sat down next to her, weaving a bit in her seat. “I don’t feel g

ood.”

By the green tinge to her skin, Marley had a feeling she was going to blow. “Okay, let’s get you to the bathroom.”

Marley put her arm around the stumbling redhead and they managed to get to a bathroom stall in the nick of time. She spent the next thirty minutes holding Fiona’s hair while she puked. When Fiona finished, she could hardly stand, and Marley ended up practically carrying her back up to the room to sleep it off.

When she got back to the club, the bouncer stepped up to her, and her eyes narrowed.

“Seriously?”

“What? I ain’t ever seen you before.”

“Then what is this?” She waved the stamp on the back of her hand at him.

“No ins and outs. Those are the rules.”

Marley gave him another twenty with a slap in his hand, and headed back in to make sure everyone was still in one piece. She found Emma and Caitlyn, Sonora’s cousin, grinding on the floor to the delight of a group of salivating men. Kendall was at the bar, laughing with some guy who looked like he should be modeling underwear for Calvin Klein and Sonora…

Shit.

Sonora was up in someone else’s VIP lounge, sitting on some guy’s lap.

Marley made a beeline for them, and when she came up alongside them, one of the other men at the table laughed. “Whoa, sweetheart, no need to look so cross. It’s a party.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart.” Standing over Sonora with her hands on her hips, she said, “Come on, let’s get you some water.”