Chapter 132

Andy tipped his head, frowning slightly. “You okay, baby?”

Scooter leaned in closer, nuzzling at Andy’s ear. “I’d be better if Jean wasn’t sticking her foot under my ass every time she thinks I’m not looking, but yeah, this is fun.”

Whether Andy knew he was lying or not, he didn’t have time for it, since Roni came back with a waitress and a whole tray of multicolored shots. Buyer’s remorse, Scooter thought, grabbed something that was pink and orange layered and smelled like lemonade. Most of his friends were beer drinkers, but Scooter had always preferred fruity, sweet drinks and Roni was challenging them all. Ah well, there were cabs, and that was definitely a good thing. 9

Scooter was no stranger to Goldilocks syndrome. He’d woken up with sore thighs and a feeling of who’s been sleeping in my bed more than once. It had been a long while—he’d given a lot of that up after his stint in jail—but it wasn’t entirely unfamiliar.