"Shots, shots, sha-sha-sha, shots," Andrea Kirkland cheered loudly as another tray of Lemon Drops arrived at their table. The girls each grabbed one, leaving two on the tray for Davina, who was already flushed and bright-eyed.
"You guys!" Davina groaned, adjusting her Bride-To-Be sash. She'd barely gotten the complaint out before Andrea pushed both shots towards Davina, who rolled her eyes but quickly downed both shots. It was the bachelorette party rule: leave no drink untouched -- unless, of course, it came from a group of smarmy men. Then only the single and desperate girls were allowed to take it, if they so choose to go that way.
Lindsay McManus' eyes were shifting, darting between Davina and the karaoke stage. The girls all vowed they'd get up on the stage when they were drunk enough, and most of them were getting to that point. But the plans quickly changed as Lindsay grabbed one of Davina's arms and Andrea grabbed the other, dragging her towards the stage.
"Whoo, go Queen B!" The other girls called from the table, cheering as Davina let the girls drop her off in front of the booth, though not without giving them each a swift kick in the ass with her boots. She liked singing, though, and she liked being the center of attention... what better way to be the center of attention but to be the bachelorette and a way better singer than the twits who'd just left?
The happy smile quickly left her face, however, when she found who she was face-to-face with. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd be standing in front of Price at her bachelorette party, assumingly both waiting to sing karaoke -- singing together was their thing.
Davina hadn't ever forgotten about Price. Their relationship was a fond memory -- even though they seemed to fight more often than not. But it was exciting and insane and messed up and... completely wonderful. Looking at him, she forgot for a split second why she was even at the bar. If asked at that very moment, she wouldn't have been able to remember Jay's name.
"Go ahead," Davina finally said after what seemed like a hundred years, gesturing at the booth. But it was too late, and they'd already been spotted by the karaoke DJ.
"Alright, alright, alright, we got the bachelor and bachelorette up here!" he announced into the microphone, adjusting his neon poker visor. "This is turning into some bad ABC special, and to make it just as bad, how about some Sonny and Cher...?"