Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 53638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
“The barman told me they’ve only been here about forty minutes,” she said as she retook her seat. “They’re both buckled, though.”
“Bee hasn’t drunk in forever with bein’ pregnant and breast feedin’,” I commented, “and Lana hardly ever lets loose... They’re the perfect lightweights.”
Keela snorted. “You’re tellin’ me.”
“Bee must be sure that Georgie is weanin’ in order to be drinkin’ alcohol. Lana is drunk probably because she is dealin’ with the knowledge of her da’s secret affair and with Damien bein’ home—even though she won’t admit she feels any sort of way about his return.”
“That’s exactly what I’m thinkin’. They think they’re havin’ fun, but deep down, they know better. Right now, drinkin’ is a vice.”
“This might end in tears.” I sighed.
“Or laughter,” Keela mused. “I get why they’re drinkin’, but when they drink, it’s pretty funny for everyone in close proximity to them.”
I thought back to the last time they got drunk together, and my lips curved upwards.
“I guess we’ll find out.”
I turned and ordered an ice water when familiar music began to play, and familiar voices began to sing.
Oh, God.
I looked at Keela, who faced the bar like me. We turned back around, but Keela kept her eyes closed, and it made me laugh.
“Are they... singin’ karaoke?” she asked. “Really singin’ it? Not just mumblin’ along?”
I nodded as she opened her eyes and winced as both my sister and friend drunkenly jammed out on the small stage in the corner of the pub. Even though the place was small, the two of them still drew an audience.
“Me milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and they’re like; it’s better than yours—”
“This is bad,” Keela said, then covered her mouth when Alannah began to twerk.
I widened my eyes. “Why does she turn into Beyoncé when she is drunk but is quiet as a mouse when sober?”
“Maybe this is the real Lana, and we’ve only known a cover-up version of ‘er?”
I shook my head. “I’m inclined to believe you because... damn. She used to suck but has clearly been practicin’. I mean how does she make ‘er arse move like that?”
“Don’t look at me; I can’t twerk to save me life,” Keela replied. “The only thing that shakes on me is me belly rolls.”
“Same ‘ere, babe.” I laughed. “Same ‘ere.”
Bronagh and Alannah messed up on the song lyrics of Milkshake by Kelis, which grabbed our attention. My sister then sighed through the microphone. Looking down at her chest, she said to Alannah, “Me boobs are useless and ha-have no purpose an-anymore.”
Their voices carried, earning them hoots and cheers.
Alannah laughed. “Your baby daddy wo-would disagree.”
Bronagh looked at her then they both laughed and cried, which only made me shake my head.
“They’re a sorry mess.”
“I think they’re both hilarious.” Keela chuckled. “We never get to see them like this.”
Both of the girls ended up on the floor of the stage seconds after they began to laugh, and it gave me a slight headache just wondering how I’d get them into my car.
“We need more backup,” I admitted. “I don’t think we can handle them ourselves, and Dame and Dominic are takin’ their sweet time.”
Keela winced. “You wanna call Kane and Alec?”
I nodded. “Aideen has Jax, and she is too far along in ‘er pregnancy to be of any real help. Ryder has Georgie, so he can’t help.”
Keela gnawed on her lower lip then quickly said, “Bagsy not callin’ them.”
“Mother of fuck!” I groaned.
I took out my phone and dialled Kane’s number.
“Hi, Branna,” he said on the third ring.
“Hey, Kane, are you busy?”
“I’m tidying up while Aideen and Jax nap.”
Aw.
“You’re adorable.”
He grunted in response.
“Super adorable.”
“Woman,” he growled.
“Someone’s grumpy.”
“Sorry.” Kane sighed. “It’s just Aideen. I asked her to do something earlier, and she did the complete opposite of what I wanted and killed my boner.”
“How dare she.”
“Right?”
I shook my head, smiling.
“What’d she do?” I quizzed.
“I asked her to send me a picture of something that she thought would excite me, and do you know what she sent me?”
“No,” I replied. “But I desperately want to know.”
“She sent me a picture of a jar of Nutella.”
I laughed. Hard.
“Hanging up now.”
“No,” I pleaded. “I’m so sorry. I’ll stop. It’s really not that funny.”
It’s fucking hilarious.
“What do you want, Bran?” He sighed.
“Nothing since you’re clearly busy.”
“Dante is here to watch Aideen if you need help with something?”
“Well,” I said and stretched the L. “Me and Keela could really use your and Alec’s help right about now. Bronagh and Alannah are mindlessly drunk, and I’ve no idea where Dominic and Damien are to help us with getting them home and—”
“We’re here.”
I screamed, and so did Keela. We both spun around to face Dominic and Damien who had silently walked up behind us. They both had hard stares on their identical faces, and looked meaner than Hell. I pressed my free hand to my chest while Dominic reached forward and plucked my phone from my hold.