Foster chuckles. “Not a phrase I ever expected you to say.”

Colton licks his lips to hide a smile so he can pretend to ignore the pirate. “Seriously, let’s go. I suddenly lost all interest in protecting a certain asshole.”

“So you’re going to bury your cock in one instead?” Foster asks.

Risking my new position, I laugh at that one.

“At least I share mine with the world,” Colton mumbles before finally sipping his drink. “Unlike some pirate standing left of me has lately.”

Foster’s gaze bounces to me, and I look anywhere else. I blame the heat of everyone packed together for the flush creeping into my cheeks. It has nothing to do with Foster sharing his cock while dressed as a drool-worthy pirate. Or how he’s watching me like he’s not thinking the exact same thing.

Luckily, I’m saved a second later. An arm slings around my shoulders, and an amber shot appears in my face. This time it’s not Felix, but Dev’s arm and pouty, glassy eyes above his beak.

So, kind of lucky and kind of saved.

“You drank with Cowboy,” he whines.

“Yeehaw, she did, Cock.” Felix joins us along with two angels, a devil, a cat, and a firefighter. “Now she’ll drink with you. Then me again. Then Pirate. Then Vampire. Then we’re taking this show on the road.”

I shake my head, accepting the plastic glass. “This counts as drinking with all of you, Cowboy.”

“Boo,” he jeers, and there’s a repeat from the women.

Dev lifts his other hand, salt on his skin and a lime wedge ready. “We’ll have to make this one count then.”

“I have a perfectly good hand, you know?” I eye him, and he grins.

“You’re holding a drink and your camera in it. Trust me, mine’s better anyway. Lots of practice with my fingers.”

He wiggles the wedge.

With a squint at him, I lean in and lick the salt before taking the tequila shot. I bite into the lime and then bat Dev away, grabbing it myself. He howls like a chicken-dog and hauls the cat to his side.

“You all saw it, boys,” he says. “I got her tongue first.”

I flip him off, which only earns me a wink. I drop the wedge and empty shot into my cup.

“You said what now about taking this show on the road?” Colton asks. “Because I remember this field trip having a singular destination.”

Felix brings a half-full bottle of rum to his mouth, taking a swig. “It’s not Halloween without a haunted house.” He waggles his brows and then marches off with four girls in tow. Dev smirks and follows with the last girl. The two mimes who’ve been hanging back trail after them both.