“We need to find Cherie a man! She needs a dick to take home and bounce on like the rest of us will be tonight,” I shout out to them all, and Elouise gasps at me.

“Harper, you can’t say that.” But then she puts her hands up over her mouth and drunk giggles.

“Yes!” Tori screams “Ten points for whoever picks out the hottest guy in the room if he’s single.”

“That’s enough, ladies. I’m fine on my own, truly.” Cherie is trying to get everyone’s attention as we are all spinning around, looking across the room in the dim light.

“But are you really? Be honest.” I see a little flinch from Cherie that I don’t think anyone else noticed. I don’t think she is as happy on her own as she tries to make out she is. “I mean, look at me. I swore off men for my whole life, yet a dreamlike dick can change that. Even if it’s just temporarily.”

Cherie rolls her eyes at me, and then Felisha grabs my hand. “Okay, that’s enough from you. Time to get you home. I know what’s about to happen, and nobody needs to witness that.” Felisha now drags me off the dance floor, with the protests of the girls yelling at her from behind us.

“Forrest, you need to take her home. Things are about to get ugly—in a funny way but still ugly.” Felisha dumps me in his lap.

“Wheeeeee!” I call out as my feet lift off the ground and my body falls back a bit, until his arms wrap me up and stop me from falling.

“She is such a party pooper.” I point at Felisha who is now talking to Flynn, and I can see that Rem and Nic are making their way onto the dance floor too, convincing the girls that it’s time to call it a night.

The closer they get to us, I can hear Tori protesting loudly. “No, we can’t go, we have to find Cherie a pogo-stick hook-up.” Oh yeah, Tori has had enough to drink too. This is getting good.

“What the hell?” Nic looks down at her.

“Yeah, you know, a man with a dick she can bounce up and down on all night.” I giggle as I join in, reaching forward to high-five Tori’s hand, my partner in crime in getting Cherie some action tonight.

“Christ,” Forrest growls. “Get the cars here now.” He looks to Rem who is already on it.

“ETA two minutes,” Rem replies, and before I can say anything, Forrest stands with me in his lap and puts my feet on the floor.

Elouise giggles. “That’s funny, Rem, a pogo-stick dick, you know, like when she…” Rem’s hand is over Elouise’s mouth before she can finish her sentence.