His grin was a mile wide, until Griffin threw a piece of trash at him. Frowning, Griffin said, “You were there to book a show, Mr. Responsibility. I was there to convince the girls that hiring us would be an automatic good time. That’s called networking, fuckhead.”

Matt’s smile faded as he shifted his gaze back to Griffin. “You almost threw up on yourself, and you pushed about three girls out of your way to get to the bathroom. That’s not networking. That’s…Griffin-ing.”

Griffin smiled and raised his hand in a fist bump. No one connected with him. Lowering his hand, he cringed in pain. “I fucking hate champagne. Does anybody have Tylenol? Or a sledgehammer?”

He laid down after that, closing his eyes. Frowning, I turned to Matt. “Is he even going to be able to play?”

Matt scowled as he examined his comatose cousin. “He has to, we don’t have anybody else.” Walking over to him, he kicked his feet. “Come on, get up, Griffin.”

Griffin groaned and looked up at him. “Why?”

Matt tossed his hands at the equipment we were still trying to unload. “We’ve gotta get our shit in there.” Reaching down, he made him stand. Voice softer, he said, “Come on, moving around will help. I promise.”

Griffin grimaced, looking for all the world like every movement he made was killing him. Frowning at Matt, he told him, “Why’d you let me drink so much, dude? I thought you had my back?”

With a sigh, Matt shook his head. “Like I keep telling you, I’m not your keeper. And I did try to stop you. You gave me the bird and told me to fuck off. Repeatedly.”

A strange look crossed Griffin’s face, like he was trying to remember that. “Oh, well…you shouldn’t have listened to me.”

Passing by the pair on his way to the van, Evan clapped Griffin’s shoulder. “We never do, Griff. We never do.”

I laughed with Evan as I helped him carry stuff into the bar. Looking my way, Evan said, “He’s right, you know. You are practically vibrating. Something going on?” He raised an eyebrow and studied my face.

Grinning, I shook my head. “No, nothing major. Things are just going really well with Kiera. I’m just…happy.” For once in my life, every aspect of my life was great. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

We got to the back of the stage and set down our stuff. Smiling, Evan clapped me on the shoulder. “I’m glad to hear it, man. And just so you know, yes…I will totally be your best man.”