Liquor sloshed in my stomach at her words. I needed water. But she didn’t need to know that.
“We’ll see you soon.” I hung up and downed the rest of the liquor.
“This is a bad idea.” Mya glared at me.
“I know.” I clambered to my feet, swaying slighting as the cool air wafted around me. “But didn’t you suggest I should add crashing a party to my list?” My lip curved deviously.
“This is not what I had in mind. I won’t say I told you so when things go to shit because it’s not my style, but I will say this: I think you should call Hailee back and say you’ve changed your mind.”
“Noted.” I gave her a defiant nod.
Mya rolled her eyes. “Fine, come on. Let’s go cause some trouble.”
“Trouble?” My lips curved into a thin line. “Who said anything about trouble?”
But she was right. I was drunk. And Jason was an asshole.
This couldn’t possibly end well.
“Hails,” I called across the bar. It was crammed for a Thursday, but I figured someone had told everyone that Jason, Asher, and Cameron were here, and like bees to honey they couldn’t resist.
Very sexy, very lickable, very bad-for-your-heart honey.
“Are you drunk?” Hailee’s eyes narrowed, her forehead crinkling like old lady skin.
“Who, me? Never!” I flashed her a mischievous smirk.
“Do I even want to know?” She cut me out, going straight to Mya.
“She called me.” The traitor held up her hands. “I’m merely the wingwoman.”
“And the liquor thief,” I mouthed.
“Liquor thief?” Hailee looked really worried now. “Did something happen?”
“Happen? What could have possibly happened?”
She grabbed my arm and pulled me close. “Flick, talk to me. This isn’t like you.”
Lots of things weren’t like me nowadays.
I let out an exasperated breath. “I just need to cut loose. Blow off some steam. Have a little fun.” I waggled my brows suggestively.
“Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe we should—”
“Fee, baby,” a voice came from behind Hailee. “Get your cute ass over here.”
I went to move around her, but she cut me off. “Flick, talk to me.”
“I’m sorry, Hails,” pulling her into my arms, I hugged my best friend tight. “I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry?” She eased back. “For what?”
“The portraits of course.”
Mya shook her head discreetly, but I levelled her with a look that told her this was between me and my best friend.
“You’re sure you’re okay?” Hails asked.