Another half hour goes by before the guys finally show up, their eyes bloodshot, both of them laughing at nothing remotely funny.
"Are you ladies ready to get out of here?" Brendan asks, pulling Chloe out of her chair.
"We thought you'd never ask," she replies, winding herself around him.
"Sorry I missed the dinner, babe," Jason says, putting his arm around me as we walk out of the hotel. I'm not sure when I became 'babe'.
"And I'm a pretty sucky dancer, anyway," he adds.
"It's okay. The food wasn't that great, so you didn't miss much."
His arm tightens around my waist, and he leans into my neck, his breath reeking of alcohol. "I'll make it up to you at the hotel."
Nerves turn my stomach as we climb into the back of the limo. I'm grateful the driver is not one of my father's usuals.
