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Waylon's is a small hole-in-the-wall watering hole best known for their giant, shareable margaritas. Margaritas cram packed with airplane bottles of tequila. They're also known for their open mic nights.
Nothing beats strong drinks and amateur musicians.
You're next to me in the booth we're sharing with Kate and Garrett, dancing in your seat to the bluesy music the current wannabe artist is crooning. We've got a good buzz going on, but our friends are already three sheets to the wind, fully enjoying their night off. Jasper is spending the weekend with his grandparents down in Orlando.
"So, Rose walks her skank ass into the bathroom while Bella is helping Alice wash her hands." Kate hiccups. "Starts making comments about how Bella somehow wormed her way into your life …"
"Kate." You snort and turn to me. "It wasn't that bad."
Your breath is warm on my skin and smells like lime and Patron, making me shiver.
"Pssh." Kate huffs. "Anyway. Bella just squares her shoulders. Doesn't even bother to look in her direction and …" She looks to you. "What did you say?"
"Kate." You giggle. But my best friend is insistent, and we both know she's incapable of letting shit go.
You sigh and refuse to look at me. "I merely said that her costume was appropriate."
Kate snaps her fingers in realization. "That's right! Bella's all class and sass. It's funny that you chose to come as an evil lizard. Very befitting or something like that."
"Sounds about right," you mumble around your straw.
I wrap my arm around your middle and pull you close so I can whisper in your ear. "You're amazing."