Drunken James

“James what the hell are you doing?” I hissed at him through my clenched teeth. Max stood by watching, as James twerked his ass in front of my face. The audience loved it, they were going wild. I was ready for the earth to swallow me whole.

“Giving you a lap dance, Sugar.” He blew me a kiss. He was drunk off his ass, he smelled like a damn distillery.

I saw Ronan at the back, and I indicated with my head for him to come and take his drunk friend away. He was laughing his fool head off.

“Seems like the bachelors party has gatecrashed your bachelorette, my angel.” The Cher impersonator tut-tutted at my back.

“Yeah, no shit. Get off me, James.” I shoved at James who was now straddling me, and he was heavy. “God, you reek!”

“Let’s blow this place, Sugar. I want to take you home, take off all your clothes and…”

“Whoa there cowboy!” Max intervened and pulled him off me. The next thing James swung at the unsuspecting man, landing a blow to his cheek.

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