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the world!” She put a hand into the air in a fist pump but it lacked finesse so she looked more like she was pretending to be the statue of liberty holding up her torch.
    Without being able to stop, I chuckled, then giggled, then out and out laughed so hard I piggy snorted.
    She pointed a finger at my face and then busted up laughing herself. Finally, when I got it under control, I clasped her hand. “You should go for him. Tonight!” I held her cheeks and her eyes widened to the size of half-dollars.
    “What!” I was squishing her cheeks together so it came out sounding like a bird squawking which made me laugh again, but I was quicker on getting it in check.
    “For realz! You should go up to Mace, and tell him you like him!”
    Rachel held her mouth open and shook her head. “You think I should tell him I like him? As in, like him, like him?”
    Why did this sound familiar? My brain was swishing from side to side, floating on a lake of Jamison Irish Whiskey, so I couldn’t put two and two together but my idea felt solid. “I’ll help you!” I pulled her off the bed and stood her up. Then I plucked at the buttons of her shirt opening two of them until I got to a nice expanse of rounded cleavage. She smacked at my hands.
    “What are you doing?”
    I groaned. “Duh! There are four things men like. The first being tits! You’ve got some, we need to show them.” She nodded and pressed her chest out in offering. “Good, that’s good. Do that when you see Mace! Okay, next, men like hair.” I fluffed her hair and made sure it looked soft and sexy. “Nice.” I pinched my lips between two fingers and swayed on my feet. “Ass!” I pointed at her, turned her around and checked out her ass. The skirt hem was tiny so I crouched down and ripped the hem up the middle so her ass and legs were showing more. Then I smacked her tiny ass. “Excellent!”
    “I don’t know about this,” Rachel said in a tiny voice.
    “No. No. No. This is gonna be so awesome!” Then I pressed my fingers into my temple. “I can’t remember what number I was on but mouths.” I scampered over on my bare feet to my makeup bag and pulled out a lip gloss then spread it over Rachel’s sweet pout. “Men love to see shiny lips. Makes them think about you sucking their dick. Would you like to suck Mason’s dick?” I asked drunkenly.
    Her cheeks turned cherry red, but in a breathy whisper she said, “Yeah.”
    “Okay then. That will be phase two. One is getting him to notice you and you telling him you like him, like him.” I grabbed the bottle of Jamison and took a healthy swig, letting it burn a path down my belly before I handed it to her. “Your turn.” She followed suit and then we were both headed back out into the party. I had a mission and even though it was a stupid one, I was convinced it would work.
    Boy was I wrong.
     

     

Chapter 4
     
    Remember that old saying, “The road to Hell was paved in good intentions?” Man, whoever said that shit was spot on. I had no idea what would happen when we left the sanctuary of our private girl party but the atmosphere of our little pizza and beer soiree had changed considerably. There were people everywhere! Smoke billowed and not just the kind you get from the cigarette store. No, the kind you get from a guy named “Bud” who says he can take you to an alternate reality just by one toke. This was not good.
    Bodies were smashed together all around us. I had to sink my claws into Rachel to make sure I didn’t lose her in the crush. What the fuck had happened and how long had we been in that room? From the fact that I couldn’t walk straight, it must have been awhile. I didn’t recognize anyone around us until finally, I made it to Mason’s suite.
    I was not prepared for what I was about to see, but Rachel, sweet, innocent in love with Mason Murphy, little Rachel, was definitely unprepared. The room was dark and music blared so loud I couldn’t hear or see anything. Tugging on