Chapter 92: First Girls Night
*Men suck. And not in the suck on my clit and give me an orgasm type way. – Taz*
The Friday following graduation, Becks called Evie. Although they had talked and were friendly at the clubhouse, she had never really been included in anything with the old ladies. When Tank messaged her saying that Becks would be calling, she assumed it was about Priscilla.
“Hey, Becks.”
“Hey, Evie. Some of us girls are going out tonight and I thought I’d see if you wanted to go.”
Evie almost dropped her glass of tea from shock. Setting the glass on the counter she tried to formulate words.
They did not formulate.
“You there?”
“Yeah, sorry, I’m just…”
“Wondering why it took so long to be included.” Becks suggested.
“Yeah. A little.”
“Taz.”
Taz and Evie had become pretty good friends over the last several months. Her Saints students wrote a lot of their weekly papers over Taz and her MMA fights. With the teens spending so much time with the two of them, it just seemed natural that the women became friends.
“Oh. Yeah. When?”
The details were worked out and Evie sat at a table in a pub with several of the old ladies from the MC. Being raised in bars, the first thing that she did was assess her surroundings.
It was a high-end restaurant with an antique mahogany bar running along the back. The high tables were typical four top rounds with regular square four tops and the black pleather booths that could accommodate a larger group. Their group had several square tops pulled together close to the low stage. The live band playing was decent, but she would admit that she was a little disappointed that there was no chicken wire.
“Okay, lassie,” Nessie said handing Evie a glass of white wine. “Why did Tank think he needed to text me what to get you to drink?”
“I like tequila.” Evie admitted.
“Does tequila like you?” Becks asked.
“Tequila loves me. No hangover. Don’t get sick. No headaches. Me and tequila could be good friends.”
“Except?” Angel asked.
“Last time I had tequila was right after my husbands died. After their funerals, mom let me have tequila. I hurt two Renegades. I shot one and pushed the other one off a balcony.”
“We’ll come back to you being a bad ass bitch in a tiny package,” Becks said in awe. “Husbands? As in you’ve been involved with more than one man before?”
“Daniel and Cade.” Evie nodded.
“Like you can say much.” Taz pointed out.
“I only have one husband.” Becks grinned. “He has five wives.”
Mel gaped at both women in shock before muttering something in Spanish. Evie laughed and responded in Spanish causing her to blush and her girlfriend, Angel, to laugh.
“And to answer your question, yes, the three of us have sex together.” Evie said and the Spanish woman blushed deeper. “I also have sex with them by themselves. Neither is bi, so they don’t have sex with each other. But they each enjoy watching me with the other.”
“And the playroom.” Taz added.
Evie tipped her glass at her friend. “I do like a good beating.”
“Beatings will continue until moral improves?” Nessie asked.
“Or I come.” She shrugged.
After a few more drinks, the ladies got more adventurous with their questions. After about thirty minutes, Evie suggested that the women take their men, or women, to the club sometime.
“I’ll have Master Joshua send you all paperwork for a guest membership.” Evie suggested. “You won’t be able to participate or use a playroom; but you’ll be able to watch.”
“What? Actually, watch people have sex?” Angel asked as the waitress brought more drinks and their finger food. She tried to seem unaffected, but blushed bright red.
“My men put me on the cross on stage the other night and whipped me.” Evie said and the waitress practically dropped the stuffed mushrooms. “Don’t worry, hun, you’ll get a hell of a tip.”
“Thanks.” The embarrassed girl said putting the mozzarella sticks on the table. “Can I get you ladies anything else?”
They all agreed that they were good and she walked away. The little plates were quickly filled with mushrooms, cheese sticks, quesadillas and Buffalo wings.
“Okay, enough about Evie’s sex life.” Becks said digging into her artichoke dip. “What the hell happened at the radio station?”
She was careful to abide by the agreed upon rule. Taz did not want to hear Riffraff, Howard or Oliver. Tonight, he was simply he, him or the idiot. As the alcohol flowed, he became the fucking idiot.
“There was this little sexy bimbo. Like Evie sexy bimbo, no offense.” Taz said and Evie brushed the insult aside, grinning with her mouth full of quesadilla. “Anyway, bimbo is hitting on my man, my former man. I guess he realized that he could have something better and broke up with me.”
“He can’t find better.” Nessie argued.
“Sure, he can.” Evie said causing the other ladies to look at her. “We could kill him and he could find out if God really is a woman.”
“What would you do with the body?” Taz asked.
“You ever seen Fried Green Tomatoes?” Angel laughed. “It’s hog boiling time.”
All the ladies except Mel laughed. Angel promised to watch the movie with her in the next few days. Becks was highly entertained by this.
“I haven’t thought about that movie in a long time.” Evie said.
“We should have a movie night.” Nessie suggested.
They picked a night that they were all free, Tuesday, when the men would have church. Most big events happened at Becks place but she said she wanted another night out. The Shack was chosen, the men could get over it.
The next few hours were spent discussing movies and planning to make movie night a regular event.
When the waitress came to check on them again, and clear away dessert plates, Evie asked for the check.
“Oh, honey, we’ll split it.” Becks said.
“Nope.” Evie handed over her debit card. “It’s on me tonight. Ladies, don’t argue. I’ll tell you like I told my men; I get monthly checks reminding me that I’m a widow. Please don’t let this be an issue.”
She paid the bill and gave a fifty percent tip. Their group had taken up the majority of her time. Evie had waitressed before and knew that tips were everything.
Law and another prospect, Stephen, were waiting outside to drive them back. Evie got in the SUV that Law was driving, there was something about Stephen that made her feel uncomfortable. Nessie chatted with the man easily.
As they were going into the clubhouse, Nessie tripped and they all laughed. She swore that she wasn’t drunk. She was Scottish; therefore, she could not be drunk.
The whole place fell silent as Taz and Riffraff stared at each other. Realization hit Angel and then she hit her father. She yelled and railed at him.
After she drug Taz and Mel out of the door, Molly took Riffraff out. Even in her drunken state, Becks knew that her house was not a good place for Riff. She sent a message to her husband and Mia.
Tank walked over and pulled Evie to him. She snuggled into his warm embrace. He held onto her and knew that they could not make it back to the house safely.
Once she was asleep, he messaged Ink. When she woke up the following morning, it was in between her men. And with a killer headache. She sat up and then pushed at Tank who was slow to move until she uttered two words.
“Gonna puke.”
