“Right?” December agrees, and I look her way, seeing her face is the same color red as mine probably is. “I don’t understand any of this.” She looks to the side and cringes when one of the guys bumps into her from behind.
“Stop being such a prude,” April, December’s sister, shouts and shoves a handful of cash in the direction of one of the guys who’s dancing close by. He grins at her, taking that as an invitation to thrust his hips in her direction. When she doesn’t acknowledge the thrusting, he moves on to another woman, who’s all too eager to have him in her space.
My nose scrunches up. “I don’t get it. They are just guys, naked guys. What’s the big deal?” I look around, trying to figure out what the fuss is about. The room is packed full of women, women of all different ages, shapes, and races. The one thing they have in common is they’re all going insane. Some holding out money, some tossing money into the air, most of them screaming like they’re fourteen and these guys are their favorite boy band.
“Don’t try to figure it out,” Brie says, and I glance over to see her casually taking a sip of her drink. “Just enjoy the show for what it is.”
“I’m a little disappointed,” I tell her, looking around again while trying to avoid looking at any penises—something that is hard to do, since they seem to be everywhere. “This isn’t even a show, I mean, in the movie Magic Mike, the guys at least did a little performance. This is just penis chaos.”
“Yep,” she agrees, then asks, “How was Cobi when you left the house tonight?”
“Mad, but then again, he’s been mad since yesterday.” I smile. “Though I kind of like him mad, so there’s that.”
“I bet.” She grins, and I grin back.
“I don’t know if I’m cut out for this,” July states, plopping down next to Brie and me in our booth.
“You either, huh?” December questions.
“I didn’t even want to come at all, but when Wes told me I wasn’t quote-unquote allowed to, I had to come to prove a point that he’s not my boss.” She looks around and cringes when she sees a guy’s erection not far from her face. “I don’t think this is worth the fight I’m sure Wes and I are going to have tonight when I get home.”
I feel for her, because I’m sure I will be having that same fight with Cobi. I just hope angry sex with him is worth it. Who am I kidding? All sex with Cobi is awesome.
“This is insane,” Ashlyn says, shoving her way through two women to get to us, holding a bottle of water in her hand that she obviously got from the bar across the room. “Seriously, you’d think these women have never seen a dick before.”
“I think the point is they need to see a dick,” April chimes in from above us, and I tip my head back to look at her. “Not everyone here is getting laid regularly like you all are.”
Having met April a few times, her bluntness doesn’t surprise me anymore. It’s so odd, having met all of Cobi’s family, just how different everyone is, yet how accepting everyone is of each other. Like December and April—they’re sisters, but couldn’t be more opposite. Where December is reserved and shy, April is aggressive and forward to the extreme, yet you know when you see them interact that they love each other.
“I really think I might need to leave. I’m starting to get claustrophobic,” December states, moving away from one of the guys when he starts to dance close to her. “And I think I’ve seen enough penises tonight to last me a lifetime. Actually, I think I might need therapy before I ever willingly look at a penis again.”
“I wouldn’t mind getting out of here either,” I say to December, and her eyes fill with relief.
“You guys can’t go,” Willow—who planned this whole fiasco—states, looking at each of us. “We just got here and it’s still early.”
“We’re not far from downtown. What if we catch a cab to Broadway and hit some of the bars?” I suggest, really hoping they all say yes.
“I’m good with that,” December says, smiling at me.
“Oh all right,” Willow gives in. “But I’m going to see if my friend Curtis can get us on one of the party bikes.”
“Do you mean those carts you have to pedal while drinking?” I ask for confirmation, and she nods while pulling out her phone.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” July says, and Willow glances up from her phone.
“Why not?”
“What happens when all of us get too drunk to pedal?”
“Don’t worry about that. It will be fun.”
“Famous last words,” Brie inserts, and I look at her and smile.