October 30th - Mischief Day
BEN
"Come on, Harp. Let's go back to the room." Chandler pulls Harper to him, his hand dipping down to her ass.
"But I want another drink." Her words are slurred and whiney.
I cut out of the conference early so I could spend time with everyone on their last night. We had plans to hit up a club after the food and drink exhibition, but we stayed longer than I imagined, drinking and eating. We're all already halfway, or in Harper's case, fully drunk.
Chandler gives his wife a hot look that makes me a little jealous. "No. You want to hug your husband before we leave in the morning."
Harper's eyes light up and she wraps her arms around his neck. "I do like hugging," she says before sealing her mouth to his.
Ugh, I want to head to the room with Lainey and spend all night hugging the fuck out of her. I haven't been able to stop thinking about how she got off to the sound of me getting off. I’m dying to bury my face between her legs and taste her all over again .
Lainey makes a gagging sound at her sister and brother-in-law, forcing them to break apart. Harper turns her attention to me. "Come on, time for bed for you, too. You don't need to drink any more than I do."
"I'm not going back yet." Lainey crosses her arms stubbornly.
"Well, you don't need to stay out," Harper says with a pointed look between us.
I throw an arm around Lainey's shoulders. "Yeah, we should go back to the room."
Harper blinks a few times as her inebriated brain comprehends what I said. “Wait. No.”
Lainey throws fuel on the fire and wraps her arms around my waist. “We should call it night. I could really use a good night hug.”
Harper looks like her head is about to explode.
“Come on, Harp, they’re messing with you. Let’s go.” Chandler gives us a frustrated glare. Harper tries to protest, but he kisses the hell out of her, successfully distracting her and leading her to the elevators.
"That was too much fun," Lainey says, as she steps away from me. "Now what?"
"More drinks are probably a bad idea," I say.
"Probably."
But if we return to the room, I have a feeling we'll make worse decisions. Not that I would mind. Staying out drinking feels like the safer choice.
I grin at her mischievously. "Then we should definitely do it."
She returns a matching grin. "Definitely."
We decide to hit up a club after all, and the next couple of hours becomes a blur of drinks and dancing. When we fall onto a sofa to take a break from the crowds, Lainey pulls out her phone and groans in frustration.
"Oh my God! Harper is checking in. What the hell is her deal already? Why didn't Chandler hug her unconscious? I should make it look like we're naked and send her a pic."
I lean in and brush my lips over the shell of her ear. "Or we could just get naked." I give her earlobe a quick nip, and she gives me a side eye. I can also tell she liked it. "It is Mischief Day."
She rolls her eyes. "You and your holidays. What's Mischief Day?"
"It's like a prank day."
Her eyes light up. "That’s it! I know what we need to do. We need to pretend to get married!"
I laugh. "That'll give her a heart attack."
"Oh my God, it's perfect." She gleefully starts swiping her phone screen again.
"What are you doing?"
"Googling what you have to do to get married in Vegas. Do you need a license, or do you just show up?"
"I have no idea, but we don't need a license if it's a joke."
"Oh no, we need a license. That'll make it so good. I want to freak the fuck out of her."
The rest of the night is a blur of cab rides, more drinks, laughter, Elvis, and a really good kiss. There's only one word on my mind before everything goes completely blank.
Wife.