Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Lexi
I’ll admit it, I’ve had more fun tonight than I have in months, watching Sophie completely blow us all away with a voice no one knew she had.
To think she hadn’t planned on drinking until she got a phone call from her neighbor.
Apparently Ryan, her boyfriend of a little over a year, showed up on her doorstep, dropping off a box of her things.
To add fuel to the fire, he had his secretary in his car and wasn’t so hush hush about kissing her once he climbed back into his BMW.
I always thought the guy was an ass. But I’ve been there before and unfortunately there are times when you have to learn the hard way.
Tequila was flowing and Sophie climbed up on stage taking the mic from Will, the lead singer in Rory’s band, demanding they play her requests.
Then she knocked us all on our asses.
She can sing. Like she can really sing.
“That was so much fun!” she hollers, thrusting her hand into the air and letting out a squeal.
“Sweetheart you are going to fall over if you don’t slow down.” Jillian grabs Sophie’s waist to keep her from face planting. Guiding her toward a table we get her to sit and she starts bouncing in her seat to the beat of the current song playing on the jukebox.
The band is done, and things are winding down, but she seems to be just getting started.
“He wasn’t even that good-looking,” she states with a laugh. “Do you know that he waxes his chest and back.”
Sutton wrinkles her nose up which makes me laugh.
“Pedicures and manicures,” she adds with an exaggerated nod. “Oh oh.” She wiggles in her stool and again we all reach out to steady her. “Eyebrows too.” Sophie snorts and Jillian giggles covering her mouth.
We all look around the table with wide eyes, because we never and I do mean never see Sophie like this. We also never hear her talk this much. “What kind of man waxes and visits beauty salons more than a woman?”
“Apparently Ryan,” I mumble and Kendall nudges me with her elbow. She is biting her lip to keep from laughing, but her nostrils are flaring and her eyes are watering.
“And the sex,” she groans, much too loudly gaining the attention of a few groups around us. “It was sooooo boooorinnngg.” Her words drag and there is no hope as we all burst out laughing.
“I am serious.” She rolls her eyes, and then she literally goes cross-eyed trying to focus on us. “I had to finish myself off. It was like being mounted by a robot, so stiff and I don’t mean his member.” She points toward her crotch.
I was done, as I slunk down, holding my stomach trying to catch my breath.
When I rose back up and saw Finn, Marshall, and Brantley standing next to our table, I lost it again.
Their eyes were wide, as they each looked at innocent little Sophie as she continued on.
What made it even more funny was the motions she was making as she imitated Ryan.
“Should we take her to the hospital?” Brantley asks and it was my turn to snort. Spinning around I had to walk away and found Rory and Aaron walking toward our crowd. I grab hold of Aaron’s arm to steady myself. My ribs are on fire from laughing.
“You okay?”
I nod, then shake my head, laughing even harder.
“Which is it?” Aaron leans in, actually looking concerned.
“No.” I wave my hand out before me. “I can’t stop laughing.”
“We need to get her home.” I look back as Jillian joins me looking back toward the table. “She is in full on detail mode right now. With sounds effects and positions.”
“Excuse me?” Rory asks with his brows furrowed.
“Sophie,” I say. “She’s hit critical, and I’m afraid she is going to ignite, explode, or something if we don’t diffuse the situation.”
“What is with you ladies tonight?” Rory asks, throwing his hand up. “First Sophie surprises us all with a killer voice, then Adley goes all crazy fucking Carrie from prom night, then this.”
“Wait what?” I hold out my hand to stop him mid rant and he pauses. “What happen to Adley?”
“Hell I don’t know, she got all pissed and then lunged at me like she wanted to kill me so Bennett drug her out of here.”
“Bennett was here?” I look around like I’ll actually find him, even though Rory just told me he left.
“For like five minutes til Adley pitched a fit and they left. She is so hot and cold, I don’t know what the hell her problem is.”
“Her problem is she likes you, idiot!” I say, shoving him in the chest and then turning to walk away. These men, they wouldn’t know shit unless it smacked them in the damn nose. Even then, I’m still not sure, they’d be too focused on the pain to acknowledge the reasoning.
“Where are you going?” he hollers out after me and I lift my hand, flipping him off.
“To check on my roommate, you ass!”