Free Locking You (The Boston Kirkpatrick's #2) by S. Donahue Page B

waving his arms in the air like he’s at a concert. I catch Jess’s eye and she looks like she wants to kill me. Seriously, if looks could kill, I’d be dead. My song is almost over and I see her get up from her seat and make her way to the DJ.
         When I’m done I pass her to go back to my seat. I can’t wait to see what she has in store. She mumbles bitch under her breath. She is about to get drop kicked.
         She walks up to the mic and the music starts playing. She says, “ This song is dedicated to my ex-husband, Brendan. I’ll always love you.”
         I’m ready to pull her off the stage by her hair. Brendan sees that I’m ready to get back up on stage. He grabs my arm.
         “Don’t let her get to you.”
         I wait to see what she’s about to sing. She starts singing I’ll be there for you by Bon Jovi. Really? Is she fucking serious right now. Sorry Brennie! She’s going down.
         “Oh hell no,” I say to the DJ. “Cut that shit off now and play this song right now.”
         He’s laughing so hard at me. Where’s damn Discharge when I need him? “Listen, play it. She’s not going to disrespect me and my fiancé.”
         “You sure about this?”
         “Yes,” I yell at him.
         He cuts her song off mid-sentence and she gives him a nasty look. He shrugs his shoulders and points to me. That’s right bitch. I shut that shit down. I did threaten him by saying that I was going to put him in jail. I was clearly joking. My new song starts playing. Jess looks livid. The Boy is Mine by Brandy and Monica blasts over the speaker. I start singing the lyrics in her face. She walks off the stage and heads toward Shea. He gets up and she’s throwing her hands up in the air. I don’t know what she’s saying, but they leave. BYE BYE,  JESS. Everyone is clapping and cheering. The place is a mad house. She made herself look like a bitch. I know it isn’t over, but I will fight for my man. She better back the fuck up.
         The night progresses and Wendy and I are intoxicated. Connor and Brendan took it easy because they have to drive. At one point Wendy and I did a nice rendition of a New Kids on the Block Mash-up. Connor got up and sang Wanted Dead or Alive. Brendan couldn’t contain his laughter. Then he decides to hit the stage and dedicate a song to me. Our song which is Amazed by Lonestar. I am balling my eyes out. I’m sure I’m at the crying blues stage of drunkenness right now.
     By one A.M. we finally call it a night. Brendan has to practically carry me out of the bar. I don’t normally go out,  but when I do, I like to give it my all.
         “Come on, gawgeous, let’s go home.”
         “You gone to have yaaaa way wit me,” I say slurring my words.
         “I don’t even think we’ll make it to that point.”
         “Whaaaat… I caaan’t handle my liiiquor. That goose is gooooood.”
         “Sweetie, you’re gonna hate the goose tomorrow.”
         “Dontcha mean geese?”
         “What?
         “I had more than one goose…so its geese,” I laugh to myself. Apparently, I got my own joke.
     I see three Brendan’s. Ooooh I’d love to have three Brendan’s. It would be so fucking hot. Everything’s spinning. I need to sit on the ground to make it stop.
         “Baaaabe. I’m spinning.”
         “Aww Honey, come here.” He picks me up off the ground and carries me to our car and hands me a bucket.
         “If you have to vomit, do it in here. Please don’t throw up in the cah.”
         I stare at him dumbfounded. I’m definitely going to pay for this.

Chapter 12
    Brendan
     
         I have never seen Joella this fucking drunk before. I carried her to the cah. I just know she’s going to throw up. I hand her a bucket because I’ve seen her throw up before and it’s not pretty. She basically just throws up wherever she’s at.
         “Sweets come