A/N: Thank you so much everyone for reviewing, reading, adding this story to your favourites and/or followed stories, it really means a lot to me. I'm sorry it's taking me so long to get chapters up, but my personal life is being turned upside down at the moment. I hope you guys are understanding for the less frequent updating! I'll try to get another chapter up as soon as possible.
So this chapter is the latter part of the bachelorette party. Hope you all have a nice week!
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You had agreed with the club owner that your entourage need not wait in line but could just walk right in. Lauren had a crown on her head and she was in fine form, as was most of your party. For once you thought you were actually the sober one of the bunch.
As you enter the club, you see that it's packed, with people grinding against each other on the dance floor and music blaring so loud you can barely hear yourself think. As your group finds a vacant sitting area, you lean over to Lauren.
"I'm gonna go get something to drink, okay?" you yell near her ear, and she just nods and continues dancing while seated on the sofa. You fight your way over to the bar amidst the sweaty bodies of dancers, finally succeeding.
"What can I get for you?" the bartender asks to your amazement as soon as you arrive at the bar.
"Bellini, please, and some water," you reply, tapping on the bar with your fingernails as you sway lightly to the rhythm of the music.
"Lemme buy that for you," you hear a male voice from next to you. You turn your head to see an early middle-aged bald man, clutching onto his beer bottle.
"That's very kind of you, sir, but no thanks," you reply as the bartender hands you two glasses. You hand him a twenty dollar bill as the man next to you continues,
"Well why not, doll?" he slurs, eyeing your breasts. The bartender hands you back your change.
"I am not your doll, and I said no thank you," you reply, taking your drinks and walking away.
When you get back to your table, half your group is missing, you find only Melissa and Trish.
"Where'd the rest go?" you ask as you sit down, placing your water on the table and sipping at your drink.
"To the bar and then to dance," Melissa replies, to which Trish mumbles something resembling cursing.
"She had to stay behind because they felt bad leaving me alone," she mutters, eyeing her cast.
"Hey, I told you, I couldn't dance if I wanted to, these shoes are killing me," Melissa replies, raising one of her six inch heels in front of Trish's face as proof, which causes her to smile a little. "I'm just as crippled as you are."
"Haha," she replies dryly. She then raises her eyes to look at something behind you.
"May we help you, sir?" she asks in an annoyed tone, and you turn around the see the sleaze ball from the bar.
"Could I tempt you for a dance, doll?" he asks you, and you look at him in disbelief.
"Didn't I already tell you I am not your doll? And no thanks in regards to the dance," you reply, turning your back on him.
"Hey, no need to be rude. Just one little dance," he continues, his hand reaching out for your shoulder when a hand appears, grabbing his wrist.
"I believe the lady said no. That would be your cue to leave her alone," you hear Tuck's voice, and you look up to see him accompanied by Sean, who goes over to sit with Mel. The man drops his arm.
"And who are you to tell me what to do?" he asks Tuck, squeezing his hands into fists.
"I'm not telling you what to do, mate. She is. Now clear off," Tuck continues. For a moment it looks like the man is going to walk away, but instead he takes a swing at Tuck. Your hands fly over your mouth in shock, everything happens so fast, and before you know it, Tuck has the man pinned on the floor, face down. Bouncers are on them in a heartbeat, ready to throw them both out. The lot of you make your way to the side entrance, where you and a helpful bystander who saw and heard the whole thing explain that Tuck wasn't at fault, resulting in the man being taken away in a police car and Tuck being allowed to stay on the condition that he doesn't cause the bouncers any more work that evening.
The two of you stand outside the side entrance to cool off a bit. Tuck is leaning back on the brick wall, his hands in his pockets and you lean on your shoulder on the wall next to him, with your arms crossed over your chest.
"Well that escalated quickly..." you say, looking up at Tuck. "What was that all about?" you smile weakly. Tuck turns his head to look at you.
"He wouldn't leave you alone," he responds.
"No, I meant your little 'I'll have you pinned on the floor in under a second' move," you chuckle, and he looks away.
"Oh that. It was easy, he was drunk," he replies. You lift your hand to turn his face so that he's looking at you again.
"You could've gotten into a lot of trouble."
For a moment, he's silent. He then pushes himself slightly off the wall so that he is facing you, leaning on his shoulder. He looks into your eyes with a soft expression.
"I don't mind. Not where you are concerned."
Even with your heels on he's taller than you, and you have to stand on your toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips. Pulling away you look at him for a moment before placing your head on his shoulder, and he wraps his arms around you, his face in your hair, breathing you in. You love the feeling of being in his arms, like you are safe from the whole world, like nothing exists beyond the two of you.
"You really should be more discreet if you're trying to keep this a secret," you hear Melissa's voice from behind Tuck. You chuckle softly into Tuck's chest before you turn your attention to her.