Page 23 of Pucked Together
"No! I said, her dog pissed on my...you know what, never mind. I'll just text you."
I hang up.
Me: Izzy's mutt pissed on my bed.
Keelan: OH! I was about to say.
Keelan: And my niece is not a mutt. She's a pure breed.
Keelan: Half pure-breed.
Me: She needs to come get the little shit.
Keelan: Izzy's a little busy at the moment. Why don't you come out?
Me: You know I don't do that.
Keelan: Exactly why you should.
Me: Just tell her to come get her damn dog!
Keelan: Tell her yourself.
Keelan drops me a pin to his location.
Great, this is not how I planned to spend my Friday night.
Chapter 7
Izzy
The crowd is chanting my name, and I can only guess it was the guys who clued them in.
"Ok, ok. I'll do it."
The crowd goes wild.
I look at the DJ, and he gives me a thumbs up. After my fourth shot, I told him he could play the song, and he patiently awaited my signal. I take in a deep breath. Fergie, Hicks, Teagan, and a few of the other players who I still need to learn their names are drumming on the bar below me.
The bartender hands me three bottles and smiles at me.
"Don't worry, you can keep the tips," I wink at her.
She smiles even brighter, "You break it, you buy it, darlin'." It's both a threat and a promise.
The chorus of Bartender by Lady A comes on, and I rise from the barstool, juggling the three bottles as I step onto the bar top.
Slowly, I walk across the bar, pausing to do some lavish spins and pour some shots.
I bend down to toss the bottles behind me a few times, and the crowd cheers and takes shots, singing along to the song. The energy is high, and I can't remember the last time I had this much fun.
"Hey Bar-tender!" The crowd sings, and I jump down, still spinning the three bottles, having not dropped a single one.
Considering I'm pretty lit myself, I probably shouldn't be doing this.
Surprisingly, I'm still able to juggle the three liquor bottles. Throwing in a few back spins just for fun.
As soon as it starts, the song ends, and the boys go nuts.