beneath us. I kind of have to agree.
I flash my most charming smile at the two women, who bat their eyelashes and very unsubtly check me out.
“Ladies.” I say smoothly as I hold the door open for them. I quickly discard my cigarette, and follow them as they make their way to the hotel bar. Theo can cope without me for a little while.
CHAPTER FOUR
MOLLY
I’m laughing as George spins me around on the dance floor. He’s drunk, like really drunk.
I feel an arm loop through mine, and turn to see Lilly. She pulls me away from George and towards the bar. She leans her elbows on the bar and slumps forward against it.
“I have just spent the last ten minutes talking to the worlds most boring man about probate law. Shit, I can’t take much more of this.” She groans.
I laugh. “You’re fine. Stop being dramatic.”
I glance over my shoulder at the dance floor. George has shimmied off and is now dancing with someone else, someone I don’t know, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t either. The middle aged woman looks delighted though, so I guess he’s probably just made her night.
“I need a wee.” Lilly says. Girl code for, come to the toilet with me. You never turn down the toilet run, it’s just not done. “And then you and I are going to get fucking trashed. If I can still remember my own name in an hour then you’re a shit friend.” Her bright red lips kick up in a wry smile. She gestures the barman over with a seductive smile and a flick of her hair. He falls over himself to get to her. “Tequila, please.” He moves and grabs two shot glasses. “No.” She shakes her head. “The bottle will do. Charge it to the bill.” She says smugly.
I sigh, because no, she probably shouldn’t be getting wasted at her own engagement party, but fuck it, there’s no arguing with her. Theo knew she was a live wire when he proposed to her. He couldn’t possibly imagine that she would do this without some good old fashioned help. Lilly’s like a bush fire, wild and untameable. I try to rein her in where possible, but sometimes being a good friend isn’t about prying the tequila shot from her fingers, it’s about picking one up and getting rip roaring drunk with her. Besides, this isn’t the destructive drinking that she’s often fond of, this is celebratory drinking. Kind of.
She clings to my arm as she walks on sky scraper heals over the soft carpet of the hotel hallway. She’s swigging from the tequila as she goes. Oh god, even the smell has my stomach wanting to rebel. I can drink tequila, but it just reminds me of every horrifyingly bad hang over I’ve ever had. Lilly drinks that shit like it’s water. There’s a queue for the toilets just outside, so we venture further into the hotel in pursuit of a loo without a half hour wait time.
We manage to find one on the first floor. I push the door open and stop dead. Oh my fucking god. Really?!
There, leaning against the vanity unit, is a woman, skirt hiked up over her hips, and a very familiar blonde head of hair between her legs.
“Wow, really?” Lilly says casually.
Hugo at least has the decency to look a little sheepish. Once he’s removed his face from between the woman’s legs, that is, and his fingers from another one, that I hadn’t noticed standing on the other side of her.
He strains his neck to look up at us over the thigh that is currently thrown over his shoulder.
“Jesus, Hugo. When you said you need to sort yourself out, I thought you meant a quick wank.” I hold my hands up. “Silly me, should have known better. Threesomes with total strangers is much more your style.” I roll my eyes.
“Is she your girlfriend?” The woman whose vagina he was just face planting asks. There’s a sly lilt to her lips, which by the way, have far too much collagen in them. Ugh, she’s one of those women.
I snort. “God, no.” I laugh.
She scowls at me. Her friend looks embarrassed as she pulls her skirt down. Hugo removes the
I flash my most charming smile at the two women, who bat their eyelashes and very unsubtly check me out.
“Ladies.” I say smoothly as I hold the door open for them. I quickly discard my cigarette, and follow them as they make their way to the hotel bar. Theo can cope without me for a little while.
CHAPTER FOUR
MOLLY
I’m laughing as George spins me around on the dance floor. He’s drunk, like really drunk.
I feel an arm loop through mine, and turn to see Lilly. She pulls me away from George and towards the bar. She leans her elbows on the bar and slumps forward against it.
“I have just spent the last ten minutes talking to the worlds most boring man about probate law. Shit, I can’t take much more of this.” She groans.
I laugh. “You’re fine. Stop being dramatic.”
I glance over my shoulder at the dance floor. George has shimmied off and is now dancing with someone else, someone I don’t know, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t either. The middle aged woman looks delighted though, so I guess he’s probably just made her night.
“I need a wee.” Lilly says. Girl code for, come to the toilet with me. You never turn down the toilet run, it’s just not done. “And then you and I are going to get fucking trashed. If I can still remember my own name in an hour then you’re a shit friend.” Her bright red lips kick up in a wry smile. She gestures the barman over with a seductive smile and a flick of her hair. He falls over himself to get to her. “Tequila, please.” He moves and grabs two shot glasses. “No.” She shakes her head. “The bottle will do. Charge it to the bill.” She says smugly.
I sigh, because no, she probably shouldn’t be getting wasted at her own engagement party, but fuck it, there’s no arguing with her. Theo knew she was a live wire when he proposed to her. He couldn’t possibly imagine that she would do this without some good old fashioned help. Lilly’s like a bush fire, wild and untameable. I try to rein her in where possible, but sometimes being a good friend isn’t about prying the tequila shot from her fingers, it’s about picking one up and getting rip roaring drunk with her. Besides, this isn’t the destructive drinking that she’s often fond of, this is celebratory drinking. Kind of.
She clings to my arm as she walks on sky scraper heals over the soft carpet of the hotel hallway. She’s swigging from the tequila as she goes. Oh god, even the smell has my stomach wanting to rebel. I can drink tequila, but it just reminds me of every horrifyingly bad hang over I’ve ever had. Lilly drinks that shit like it’s water. There’s a queue for the toilets just outside, so we venture further into the hotel in pursuit of a loo without a half hour wait time.
We manage to find one on the first floor. I push the door open and stop dead. Oh my fucking god. Really?!
There, leaning against the vanity unit, is a woman, skirt hiked up over her hips, and a very familiar blonde head of hair between her legs.
“Wow, really?” Lilly says casually.
Hugo at least has the decency to look a little sheepish. Once he’s removed his face from between the woman’s legs, that is, and his fingers from another one, that I hadn’t noticed standing on the other side of her.
He strains his neck to look up at us over the thigh that is currently thrown over his shoulder.
“Jesus, Hugo. When you said you need to sort yourself out, I thought you meant a quick wank.” I hold my hands up. “Silly me, should have known better. Threesomes with total strangers is much more your style.” I roll my eyes.
“Is she your girlfriend?” The woman whose vagina he was just face planting asks. There’s a sly lilt to her lips, which by the way, have far too much collagen in them. Ugh, she’s one of those women.
I snort. “God, no.” I laugh.
She scowls at me. Her friend looks embarrassed as she pulls her skirt down. Hugo removes the
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