Free One Wild Night by Kirsty Moseley

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flicked his eyes to me, and we both burst out laughing.
    “What?” Ashton asked, looking confused as to what we were
laughing at. George shook his head, pulling me into a tight hug.
    I flinched. Oh, God, please don’t tell me that he gets flirty
like his daughter does when he’s drunk! I patted his back awkwardly. He
pulled back and cupped my face in his hands. “You are a good, good man. I’m
happy to have you in my family. If I have to give my daughter to someone, then
I couldn’t have picked anyone better than you,” he said, his voice breaking
through emotion as he put his forehead against mine, sniffing loudly.
    I laughed nervously and flicked my eyes to Ashton for help,
but he was now standing off to one side trying to teach my dad how to do the ‘I’ve
shit myself robot’, too. “Thanks, George. I’m happy to be part of the family,”
I replied, hoping he wasn’t going to burst into tears.
    He sniffed again and pulled back, his eyes looked slightly
unfocused as he smiled at me. He bent forward and kissed my forehead before
turning back to my dad and pointing at him. “And, you, Evan Peters! I love you,
too! If you hadn’t made this guy then I wouldn’t be able to call him my son,
too,” he chirped, grabbing my dad into a hug, slapping his back.
    My dad flicked his eyes to me as George clung to him. “What
the hell?” he mouthed to me over George’s shoulder. I just laughed and
shrugged. Rather him than me!
    ‘Moves like Jagger’ by Maroon 5 started, and George laughed,
pulling back from my dad. “I love this song!” he chirped, putting his hands
behind his back and pouting like Mick Jagger as he did some kind of chicken
dance. I winced as my dad grinned and started dancing, too. “That’s not Mick
Jagger!” George cried, shaking his head as Ashton tried to do the leg flick
thing. “That’s more Michael Jackson; it’s like this.” He then demonstrated
exactly why you shouldn’t try to dance like Jagger while wearing tight, purple
pimp pants. They ripped at the ass, exposing his red boxers he was wearing
underneath. We all burst out laughing, and he just carried on as if he hadn’t
even noticed.
    When it really went wrong for him was when he started the
stripping. Stripping was never a good idea in the middle of a packed club,
especially while wearing a velvet suit, ripped at the ass, and a chunky gold
necklace that said ‘Daddy Cool’ on it. He gripped his shirt and made a loud
growling sound as he ripped it open in an awesome impression of Hulk Hogan. I
closed my eyes as he started encouraging my dad to do the same thing.
    Oh, God, kill me now! But I couldn’t help but laugh
at the same time. I was marrying into a seriously crazy family. Suddenly, I
heard collective gasps, groans, and gags. “No! That’s gross!” Seth cried. I
snapped my eyes open to see George leaning over with his hands on his knees. A
huge pile of vomit now sat on the middle of the dance floor.
    Ashton slapped my shoulder and shook his head. “Your family,
you deal with it,” he said, turning and walking off quickly. I frowned and
wanted to walk away, too, but I guess in situations like this it was now up to
me to deal with it. Ashton got off damn lucky with his father-in-law in that
respect; I really couldn’t imagine President Spencer throwing up on his own
shoes…
    I patted George’s back as he threw up again. The crowd
parted and people stared at us as he emptied the alcohol out of his stomach.
Rosie was going to seriously kill me if her dad was still sick at the wedding
tomorrow. Damn it, I was in trouble. But I couldn’t help but laugh as I rubbed
his back while he hurled and heaved. No doubt, this looked awesome to an
outsider: a pimp throwing up on the dance floor with Zorro rubbing his back. This
is the stuff dreams are made of.
    When he finally seemed to be empty, he stood up and looked
at me apologetically while rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand. “I got
sick,” he groaned.
    I