By the time they found parking, Gavin had explained, in great detail, the many ways he planned on punishing her when they returned home. Needless to say, Emily was starting to regret ever going out. His pleasurable torture tickled her senses as they slipped from the car, heightening her regret. After a short but very cold walk around the block to the club, they cleared the VIP line. Gavin pressed his hand against the small of her back, guiding Emily upstairs to the Mezzanine level where Olivia was gyrating against Mr. Fluffy Pink Towels pelvis. Music pounding through her ears, Emily could still hear Olivias squeal from a few feet away. She all but sprinted toward Emily and Gavin.

My friend! After a near fatal collision with a metal pole and a few tables, Olivia pulled Emily into her arms. You won the battle with the man! Im so happy you didnt let him defeat you, and Im wasted. Yay me! This is going to be a night!

Emily giggled, slipping her coat from her body. Yes. I did win the battle. She smiled at Gavin. He grinned, taking her coat. And, yes, youre looking mighty toasted.

I plan on constant, warm fuzziness tonight. Olivia smiled and reached for Emilys hand, dragging her to the balcony overlooking the dance floor. See, Emily! she yelled, her arms flared open wide. The world is my people!

Holy shit, Olivia! Emily belted out, shocked because Olivia was hanging over said balcony. Emily curled her arms around her waist to keep her from plummeting to her death. She guided her back to Jude and Gavin.

Olivia frowned, but Emilys worry didnt stop her from plucking a fiery red shot in a tube from a waitress walking by as Jude pulled out his wallet to pay for the drink. She slammed it back, handed the waitress the glass, and smothered a wet kiss on Judes cheek. You remember my human canvas, right?

Emily smiled. How can I forget?

Cool seeing you again, Jude yelled over the music. At least Im dressed this time.

Emily smiled, having no clue how to respond to that one.

Yeah. That statement piqued Gavins curiosity. Just a little. After placing his and Emilys coats on a suede couch, he walked back over to the group, his eyes pinned on Jude. Im Gavin, and Im happy to see youre dressed. You are?

Whats up, bro? Jude said with a toasty smile. He held out his hand and Gavin shook it. Im Jude, or you can call me the human canvas. Either one. Its cool.

Gavin nodded and leaned into Emilys ear. Okay, he just mentioned being dressed this time around and now hes calling himself a human canvas. He curled his arm around her waist. Im left with the assumption that youve somehow seen him naked, and possibly paint brushes were involved. I wouldve let you paint on me if thats what you needed.

Sliding her arms around his neck, Emily popped a brow, a smirk lifting her mouth. Would you let me paint a pretty rainbow on your stomach?

Mmm. Id let you paint whatever the fuck you want on me wherever the fuck you want to paint it. He nipped her lip and pulled her closer. Remember, I hold not one sexual limit with you. But I draw the line at you painting on any male bodies other than mine.

Emily hooted a laugh, grazing her mouth along his ear. Ive never painted on a mans body, but I plan on doing so when we get home. Oh, and Ive only seen him partially naked. He has a nice build, but its not nearly as rock hard and hot as yours, so dont worry about it. Again, it was just a partial view.

You had me going until that last bit, but Ill let it slide. Staring at her, he rolled his tongue over his bottom lip. Are paint stores open this late?

Hey! Olivia chirped, yanking Gavin away from Emily. Stumbling into him, she swiped a hand through her blonde hair and smiled. One: I never got my hug from you, Blake. Two: Shes already knocked up. Im pretty sure you cant double-impregnate her. Back up, my brother. You two were looking a little heated there for a second.

After enduring Olivias swaying bear hug, Gavin shook his head. Im surrounded by women whove left me speechless today.

Wearing a full-toothed, Cheshire cat smile, Olivia swung her arm around Emilys neck. Her brown eyes zoned in on Gavin. Get used to it, buddy. Were here to stay. She belted out a burp, looking at her watch. Damn, my brother and Fallon. Hopefully hes not off somewhere knocking her up. He said theyd be here by midnight, and its already a quarter after.

Emily crinkled her nose, stepping back. Jesus, Olivia.

What? Trying to steady herself by grabbing Judes arm, which was no help because he stumbled back, she frowned. I overdid the whole knocking up thing, didnt I? Me sorry. But you are. Oh my God, Emily! Youre having a baby! We get to go shopping for little kids clothing. Well, not little kids cause it wont be a kid when it comes out, cause itll be so tiny. Tiny like a pencil eraser. Olivia lifted her hand, tapping her forehead. We need a mane. I mean a name. A mane. A mane. Oh! I got it! Olivia! Boy or girl, mane it Olivia in my honor.

Completely dumbfounded at Olivias drunken display, Emily had the sudden urge to yank a shot from the waitress making another round. Olivia, I wasnt talking about the baby. I was talking about the burp you released in my face.