“Thanks. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never flirted with a guy at a bar before.”
“You’re flirting with me? I thought you were getting married?”
“No.” I could feel my face turning red. Two shots was enough for me. I didn’t need anything else. “I mean, yes I’m getting married. And no, I’m not flirting with you. I just meant, I don’t usually talk to strangers in bars.”
“You’re even sexier when you blush. What’s your poison?”
“Something not very strong.”
“Whiskey it is then.” He ordered before I could correct him. Whiskey was super strong. Where the hell was he from? He handed the glass to me.
“Whiskey? Really?”
“I was thinking that if you haven’t flirted with a guy in a bar, then you haven’t really lived yet. Maybe a strong drink will help you decide to change that tonight.”
I shook my head. “Let me pay you for this.”
“That’s okay. You can repay me at the end of the night.” He winked at me. “Let me know if you need to cross off anything else on that bachelorette party list of yours. I’m happy to help.”
“Okay, thanks.” My voice had gotten weirdly high pitched. I quickly walked away from him.
“See, that wasn’t so bad,” Kendra said. “What did he get you?”
“Whiskey.” I slid it toward her.
“Oh, no. Number two is drinking whatever he buys you.” She slid the glass back to me.
I looked to Bee for help.
She shrugged. “I actually came up with that one. So, how did it go?”
“It was awkward. I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m going to sleep with him at the end of the night because he bought me this.” I drank a sip of the whiskey. Ew.
“Yeah, it’s a total bucket list thing for guys,” Marie said. “To have sex with a girl who’s destined to be married. It’s the ultimate one night stand.”
“The unicorn of one night stands,” Kendra corrected.
“Can I take this sash off now?” I asked.
“Finish your drink.”
I drank the whisky as fast as I could. “It’s so gross.”
Kendra laughed. “I love whiskey.”
“Then why didn’t you drink it?”
Kendra grabbed the list and waived it in the air. “Okay, number three.” She smiled. “Ask a guy if you can see his six pack.”
“Nope.” I clapped my hands together. “Let’s go to the movies. There’s this new one out that I really want to see…”
“There,” Melissa said. “He definitely has abs of steel. Let’s see ’em!”
She was pointing to a guy who was wearing a tight t-shirt. He was clearly ripped. And he liked showing off that fact or else he would have worn a shirt that was a little looser.
“And don’t forget number four,” Marie said. “You have to touch them.”
“I’m not going to do that.”
“You only get to veto one thing. Do you really want to waste it already? This list gets raunchier and raunchier.”
“I can’t get Marie back because she’s already married. But the rest of you? Your bachelorette parties are going to be the absolute worst.”
“Sounds good to me,” Kendra said. “The sexier the better, I always say.”
“Ugh.”
“Just think about what James is doing right now.”
I did not want to think about what James was doing right now. At all. Bee gave me a sympathetic smile. I sighed and walked over to the guy they had pointed to. The whiskey had made me a little more confident. The compliments from the guy who had bought me a drink didn’t hurt either.
“Hey, you.”
He smiled at me. “What are you drinking?”
“All sorts of stuff. Whiskey most recently.”
“I wouldn’t have pegged you as a whiskey kind of girl. But I like it. Let me get you another.”
“Oh, no. I didn’t like it. Actually, I came over here because I’m on a mission.”
“Is that so? What’s your mission, sugar?”
“Well, it’s my bachelorette party.”
“I can see that.” He nodded toward my friends.
“Mhm. Well, I noticed that you look very strong.”
He smiled. “Well, I can certainly pick you up.”
That was the worst pick up line ever. I laughed awkwardly. “I bet. So, I’m supposed to see if you’ll let me see your abs.”
He raised his eyebrow. “Do you want to see my abs?”
No. I shrugged. “Are they worth seeing?”
“How about you tell me.” He lifted up his shirt to reveal his perfectly sculpted torso. “What’s the verdict?”
“I don’t know if I can tell without touching them.”
He laughed. “I don’t bite. Well, sometimes I bite.”
I internally rolled my eyes. Before I could chicken out, I put my hand out and brushed my fingers against his abs.
He grabbed my hand and pressed my palm firmly against his torso, moving my hand down to the waistline of his jeans.
I quickly pulled my hand away.
“How about we get out of here? I can make your last night as a single woman a night to remember.”
“Thanks for the offer. But I really just had to touch your abs.” I walked away without saying anything else. This was entirely inappropriate. I didn’t want to be doing this. The thought of James running his hand along some random girl’s stomach made me feel nauseous.
“You got really into that one,” Marie said. “And I don’t blame you. God, those abs are amazing.”
“They weren’t as nice as James’. Can we get going? I’m not feeling very well.”
“That’s because you need another drink.” Melissa slid me a shot glass. There were at least a dozen on the table. I had a feeling they were playing a drinking game at my expense.
“Drink, drink, drink,” Kendra said and slammed her fists on the table.
I quickly downed the shot and tried to ignore the burn down my throat. I was already tipsy. This was going to probably put me over the edge. I shook my head back and forth.
“Here,” Marie said and slid a napkin with a penis cookie on it toward me.
I laughed. “I’m really not hungry.”
“Okay, then that triggers number five. If Penny passes on the cookie, she needs to convince a guy at the bar to eat said cookie.”
“I’ll just eat it.” I lifted up the cookie.
“No way, missy,” Melissa said and grabbed my hand. “Number five has already been triggered. Who at the bar looks hungry for a penis?”
“How about that guy,” Bee said. She was pointing to a guy in the corner with a plaid shirt and hipster glasses.