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and he is frowning at us. I smack Sanya’s ass because I want to and can in this
circumstance.

I stop to make us some more drinks. “Drop it Low” comes on, and I laugh
when Sanya squeals, “I’m gonna twerk like Miley!”
My laughter stops when she starts twerking more like Miley’s back up dancers.
I take my phone and start recording her. I need to know in the morning that this
isn’t an alcohol induced hallucination.
I agree with everything Chris Brown says in the song. I don’t have a Bugatti,
though. Sanya is in the middle of smacking the other bride’s ass when she notices

the lack of fun Tala is having. I watch her grab the spoiled princess and pull her
over into the fun. Because? She is sweet to the core. After a few feeble attempts to
act above the party, Tala loosens up and begins to dance. Carla later shimmies over
after a gentle push from her husband. Their men watch them with adoration.
I can’t feel adoration. I feel pure, carnal lust. They take a few shots before the
DJ announces a bridal competition. The club is hosting four bachelorette parties
tonight and wants the brides to have a dance off. Tala balks at the idea of dancing
on a bar Coyote Ugly-style.
We all laugh when Sanya volunteers Jennifer Lawrence style, but only the
brides can represent themselves.

The bride next to us wins. Sanya drunkenly chest bumps her. I guide her back
to the party bus. I take a packet of BC Powder out of my pocket and hand it with
a bottle of water to her. She takes it as others file on the bus. She is still dancing.
Carla hugs her and tells her how much fun she had at the club. I can tell by the way
her husband is looking at her that the fun is still ahead for those two.
Unfortunately for me, Sanya is too intoxicated to consent. We stop at a
twenty-four-hour taqueria and feast on street tacos. I order Sanya a mineral water.
“No morning beach run for us?” I joke.

She nods slowly then shakes her head no after her alcohol-laden brain processes
what I’m asking. She grins goofily, and I laugh. I kiss her forehead. “Drink up.”
“You two are such an adorable couple,” Carla gushes. “I still think she hired
him.”
“Shut up, Teo.” That’s Tala. I nod at her gratefully. “They are cute together.
Get over it.”