Game On (Game On 1)

“Thanks,” I replied, then knocked the drink back in one mouthful.

She sat on the bed chatting to me and pouring us both more drinks as I continued to get ready. It was like I’d never been away.

Just as I was finishing off my subtle make-up with some clear lip gloss, the doorbell rang.

“I'll go, you finish off here,” Stacey said, leaping off the bed.

“I hope it's Billy, and McCoy has decided not to come at all!”

No such luck. The familiar scent of Radleigh’s aftershave wafted through the hallway into the bedroom. I went out to save Stacey from the lecherous stare he was probably giving her. When I stepped out of my room he started to laugh.

“Great minds.”

Closing my eyes for a moment, I sighed. He was wearing black trousers and an open collared blue shirt in exactly the same shade as my dress. We couldn’t have been any more co-ordinated if we tried.

“I need to change,” I said. Maybe Stacey had something I could fit into. Anything so McCoy and I didn’t look like twins.

“No.” he said. “Don’t change. You look gorgeous.”

So do you.

Wait … what?

“Do you two want a drink?” Stacey called, as we walked through into the living room.

I nodded and downed another vodka and coke. Actually, I blamed the four vodkas for making me think that way. Time to start pacing myself. The problem was, without a drink in my hand, I wasn’t sure what to do with myself.

I should call Miguel and let him know what’s happening.

I didn’t know why the thought hadn’t occurred to me earlier. Probably because I was too busy drinking vodka straight out of the bottle. I needed to move around in the hope of using up some of the buzz that was taking over me anyway. I hopped up from the sofa and went into the hallway to get my phone from my bag, but just as I got my hands on it, the doorbell rang.

I swung the door open, and Billy smiled. “All ready to go?”

“Yeah,” I replied, as Stacey and Radleigh made their way to the door.

Calling Miguel would have to wait. The cab had arrived, and my hellish evening was about to begin. I wasn't quite sure how I was going to make it through, but I had no choice but to give it my best shot.

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Chapter 11: A Man Of Many Talents

Alison and Michael's wedding was being held in a lavish hotel in the centre of the city, much to my amusement.

As if I didn't spend enough time in hotels.

There was a rather elegant function room set up especially for the reception and when we arrived, the DJ was already playing popular music as the guests began to fill up the room.

I was already a little woozy and although I wasn’t usually such a lightweight, I didn’t normally drink so much in the space of an hour. If I carried on, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was dancing on the tables, singing It’s Raining Men.

Before we went to the bar, Stacey, Billy, Radleigh and I went over to say hello to Alison and Michael who were slowly greeting everyone by the entrance.

“Leah!” Alison squealed, hugging me tightly. “I've missed you! How are you?”

“I've missed you too,” I told her. “And congratulations! You look beautiful.”

Alison’s wedding dress was a simple, straight gown with lace detail across the bodice. It

was classy and understated, just like Alison.