He nodded with a smile on his face, swallowing his beer. "Yeah, I have an internship there until I pass the bar."

"You're studying law?" It seemed so weird to me that he did something else besides his porn crap. Did he not get paid enough? Zoey just did her scenes for a living, but I could faintly remember hearing her mention that women got paid a lot more than guys did.

"One more semester left until I'm done," he answered me.

I felt a bump on the back of my stool as I was opening my mouth to tell him that, that was great when I felt cold liquid spill down the front of my dress. I was pretty sure I yelped and pulled the front of my dress away from my body as the stream of cold flowed down my chest.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry!" a masculine voice said from behind and started passing me napkins from the bar.

I patted down my skin with the napkins to soak up whatever shit was in his drink. "It's okay," I said between drying myself and looking up at the guy who held a half empty glass of something brown. "I'm fine."

The guy finally walked away once I was done but I caught Tristan's eyes running over my chest again. He reached out and swept his finger over my collarbone, wiping off a spot I'd missed. His finger was warm and calloused on my skin. I couldn't control the goosebumps that spread out over my arms in reaction.

He gave me a soft smile, taking his sweet time to pull his hand back. "I really did want to see you."

I really wanted to believe him, but it was hard.

Chapter 14

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUUU!" Half of the lounge sang along, it was more screaming than singing, which was followed by deafening cheers as Josh blew out the candles on his cake. We had kept it to two sparkling candles at his insistence; he claimed that he didn't want anyone to know his real age.

I was standing between Zoey and Tristan, as we watched the birthday boy try to drunkenly cut his cake into squares, but instead made the slices come out like sloppy looking geometric shapes. The guy he had started talking to earlier was helping pass out slices, which I thought was sweet. A sharp elbow jabbed into my rib cage out of nowhere.

"Kitty Kaaaaaat..." Zoey moaned in a sing-song voice. Her gray eyes were wide and glazed over, hinting at the fact that she was hammered. "Kaaaaaat..."

"Yes?" I asked, trying my best not to snort.

Her bird-like arm wrapped around my waist as she snuggled into my side, resting her head against the top of my chest; her date, Eva, looked at us with an amused smile. "My little kitty cat goes meow, meow, meow. Allllll over town!"

I could see Eva start cracking up, and heard Tristan snicker from his spot right next to me. "I think it's time for you to get home," I told her, stroking her back while trying not to laugh.

She was a silly drunk, my Zoey, like I was, but I'd stopped drinking hours ago when she had just gotten started. I knew she was going to be disappointed tomorrow when she couldn't remember the facial expression on Josh's face when he opened up his box. Ryan had been taking pictures randomly, so I made a mental note to ask him if he took one of the presents. Nicole got him anal beads as well as tickets to see his idol, Adam Lambert. I couldn't remember what Ryan got him, but the big surprise was that Calum and Tristan got him something too. Zoey had been trying to climb on top of the bar then, and Eva and I were too busy trying to get her down to see what it was.

"I'm gonna go find Ryan and see if he'll take us home," Eva said, before heading to look for Zoey's brother.

"Heading home after this?" Tristan asked, coming to stand in front of me and a drunk Zoey.

I nodded at him before shifting my arm to rest against my best friend's shoulders. "Yeah, I'm pooped. You?"