The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

Chapter 0118

I gave her a thumbs up, then downed both shots. I looked around for Eric, who was getting another drink from the girl he was currently talking to. He looked around and when he spotted me, he held up the drink and two fingers.

I looked around for someone else that might help me. A guy in his 40s maybe was passing behind me and I waved at him. “Sir, could I interest you in buying me a drink?”

He frowned at me. “I think you’ve had enough,” he said and kept walking.

“It’s for a bet!” I called after him, but he ignored me. I blew a raspberry in his direction and turned back to

the bar.

Eric walked up to me. “You doing okay?” He said, a smile creeping at the corners of his lips.

“I’m doing very well,” I said, starting to slur my words. “I think I’m winning.”

He tried to suppress his smile. “Yeah, I’d say you are. Do you want to stop and declare a winner ma little worried about your liver at this rate.”

“Pfffft, no way, you need a chance to catch up,” I looked around the bar. At that moment, an upbeat country song that I loved came on the jukebox. I grabbed Eric’s arm. “Ohhh, I love this song! Dance with me!”

“Oh, uh…okay,” Eric said, helping me off the stool. I leaned on him very heavily, as the room suddenly started moving around like a gyroscope. “Are you sure you can dance?”

“Oh, yes, I’m very good at it,” I nodded.

He laughed. “I meant, are you able to stand upright long enough to dance?”

“Oh,” I shrugged. “Guess we’ll find out!”

Eric helped me walk to the dance floor. I leaned on him and lead him in a two–step. It felt very well done to drunk me, but sober me guesses it was quite the sloppy train wreck. Still, Eric was a perfect gentleman and held onto me for dear life so I wouldn’t fall over.

The song ended and we stopped, I pouted at him. “Heyyy.”

“I didn’t end it,” he said. “How you feeling? Do you want to keep dancing?”

I gave him a big head nod.

“Alright, you got it.”

I waited for the next song to start and gasped when it did. It was quite the opposite, a rap song from the 90s, but it was another one fo my favorites.

“This is going to require a table,” I said, moving to the nearest empty one.

“A what?” He asked, sounding mildly panicked.

“A table,” I said, the ‘duh‘ implied.

“For what?” He said.

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“You’ll see,” I said. I pulled off the denim jacket I was wearing and threw it across the bar. I was vaguely aware of a couple people yelling and ducking when the jacket came flying their way. I stood on one of the chairs to help myself up to the table. I started feeling a little wobbly on it.

“Oh my god,” Eric said, running over to help steady me. “I’m not so sure this is a good idea.”

“That’s because you haven’t seen my sick moves yet,” I said, stepping from the chair to the top of the table, holding onto Eric’s shoulder for balance.

I slowly stood upright, holding my hands out in front of me for balance. When I felt steady enough, I slowly started bobbing my knees and shaking my butt.

“Get it girl!” I heard someone yell

“I will!” I yelled back. I took off the button down top I was wearing and revealed a white tank underneath. I spun it over my head and threw it out into the crowd, who began cheering. I started dancing with more

vigor.

“Oh my god,” Eric said. “Please be careful.”

“You be careful!” I parroted.

I saw Logan approach the table. I ignored him and kept dancing. But I wasn’t as steady as I thought, because next thing I knew, I was falling forward off the table in slow motion.