“He’s with two girls inside,” Elliot replies as he types a message to someone on his phone.
“Jesus Christ,” Spencer whispers. “If he doesn’t hurry, we’re leaving without him.”
“I’m pretty sure he doesn’t give a fuck,” Elliot replies flatly.
Tristan takes his jacket off and puts it around my shoulders. He pulls me into his arms and smiles down at me. I have the urge to kiss him, but I won’t . . . everyone is here. He leans down and kisses me anyway, and I smile against his lips. He knows what I want.
Sebastian walks out with a gorgeous girl on each arm. “The girls are coming with us,” he announces.
“Hi, girls.” Everyone laughs.
“What’s your name?” Spencer asks the blonde as he picks up her hand and kisses it.
“Fuck off. She’s with me,” Sebastian says.
Spencer shrugs and turns to the brunette. “So . . . what’s your name?”
“Also with me,” Sebastian replies deadpan.
“Greedy prick,” Spencer snaps as he drops her hand like a hot potato.
“Get your own.” Sebastian winks to him.
We all laugh, and the girls cuddle closer into Sebastian. What the hell . . . two women?
Jeez.
I glance over to see Elliot and Christopher talking to a group of girls in the cab line. The women are all laughing on cue as the boys flirt up a storm. I imagine what these boys are like when they are out on the town together.
I wonder if Tristan has had two women before . . . of course he has. All these men have. Rich, funny, gorgeous, and intelligent.
The jackpot of eligible bachelors.
Tristan smiles goofily down at me and kisses me again. He really is quite tipsy.
And gorgeous.
Two limousines pull up, and Jameson opens the door. “Elliot, Christopher,” he calls as he helps Emily into the car. We all climb in, and Sebastian and Spencer and the girls climb into the car behind us.
“Club 42, please,” Tristan says.
“Sure thing.” The driver smiles as he pulls out into the traffic. The boys are loud and joking, and laughter is filling the car.
The car accelerates, and I smile as I get a rush of adrenaline.
This is a fun night.
I giggle as I watch Tristan and Christopher together. They’re like two peas in a pod.
They laugh at the same things, share private jokes, and finish each other’s sentences. Similar looking, almost identical personalities, and nowhere near what I thought they were. Warm and friendly, not a cold soul sucker in sight.
From what I can tell, Elliot and Jameson are similar and look alike too.
It’s late. Last time I looked, it was four o’clock in the morning, and we are now collectively drunk. We’re in a small nightclub kind of bar, and the boys must come here a lot because they know all the staff and the DJ.
There aren’t a lot of people left, and they’ve just called last drinks. I’ve had the best night ever. Emily and I have gotten on like a house on fire, and the boys are everything I never expected.
Kind and funny. Sarcastic like Tris, but lovely just the same.