Dani's POV:

The drive to Athens was filled with plenty of catching up on one another's lives, reminiscing about our days on the field cheering for our beloved Dawgs, and belting out the words to all the same songs we sang back then when we were pre-gaming for whatever party we were going to that night. And just like old times, it had been Everleigh to break out the flask that she seemed to keep clued to her hip in out college days. We hadn't even hit the Mobile city limits before we'd had to pull over and let Gabby take the wheel since she was pregnant and could partake in the rum that filled the flask.

Riding in the car and talking took me right back to fifteen years ago when the six of us had graduated from UGA. We had all met on that football field at tryouts and had quickly become fast friends so much so that we seemed to be inseparable. People like to say that they met some of the best people in their lives during their college years but I meant it with my whole heart when I said that those girls changed my life in more ways than one.

As a cheerleader, I had always been outgoing and fun loving but it was only when I got to college that I really broke out of my shell and started to become the person I am today. Well, not really today today since I had a child I was raising on my own and a business to run. Don't get me wrong, there were still parts of that girl inside me But we only came out when I didn't have the responsibility of being a good role model for my child, which was something that only happened maybe once a year, usually when we all tried to get to UGA for homecoming. It didn't always happen because let's face it, life happens and no matter what plans we make life has a way of saying ohhh noooo you don'ttttt to your best laid plans.

"Who the hell is UGA even playing this weekend?" said Gabby from the drivers seat. Looking out the windshield, I saw we were just coming into Georgia.

"LSU." Said Lizzie with a groan. UGA might be her Alma Marter, but as a resident of Louisiana for the past 12 years, it was pretty much an unwritten rule to root for LSU, no matter who they played.

"At least its not 'Bama." I said with a chuckle.

"I'd rather it have been 'Bama. At least then I would know who the hell to root for." Said Lizzie. "I swear, its torture!"

"I'll tell you what you can do. Drink as much beer as your heart desires and let your drunken brain tell you who you need to be rooting for. Pretty sure it's going to tell you that UGA is the obvious choice." I said, tipping the already refilled three times flask to my lips before passing it back to Everleigh.

"And do you know much trouble my drunken brain can get me into? Need I remind y'all of senior year when my drunk brain through it was a good idea to cheer without my spanks? I flashed the whole damn stadium. Pretty sure there are still photos of that floating around somewhere." Said Lizzie.

"Wouldn't have been so bad if you'd actually had on underwear." Said Maddi, laughing so hard she had tears streaming down her face.

"I couldn't wear anything after yall convinced me that it was a good idea to get my hoo-hah pierced. I couldn't stand for anything to touch it for weeks." Said Lizzie.

"Did you really just say hoo-hah?" said Bailee with a snort. "God, motherhood had rubbed off on you. Just because you have a crotch goblin now doesn't mean you have to censor your words around us. You forget, we were all there when you got it done, holding your hand."

I understood all too well how your brain automatically went to using censored words that you either created for had known all your life because of little ears being around all the time. Wouldn't make you mom of the year if your child went around talking about their mama's foul mouth or in Lizzie's case, her pierced clit.

"Just wait 'til you have kids. You will be mortified the first time they bring up something in public that shouldn't be talked about in mixed company." Everleigh said to Bailee.

"Like you have any room to talk." Retorted Bailee. "You don't have any kids."

"Yeah well, working in the children's wing of the hospital forces me to watch my mouth too." Said Everleigh.

"Bullshit. Just because you work with kids all day doesn't mean you know a thing about raising them." said Bailee.

"And what does being a interior designer tell you about raising kids?" said Gabby.

"I know what they like. Princesses for girls, tractors for boys." Said Bailee.

"And that just proves that you have no idea what you're talking about." Said Maddi. "When I was a little girl, I rode on the tractor with my daddy in my princess dresses. I could have gone for a room themed in either option."

"I didn't say every girl wanted princesses." Said Bailee, snatching the flask from Everleigh.

"Not in so many words, but you implied it." I smarted.

"Whatever." Said Bailee with an eye roll. "Just because I haven't decided that I needed any sex trophies doesn't mean that I don't know what kids like. Look at the gifts I've brought for y'all's kids. I haven't heard them complaining about the things Aunt Bai buys."

"Because they are kids. They love gifts. And you take it upon yourself to buy the most extravagant crap you can find. I'm still finding little rubber BB's all over my house from that damn gun you brought Draven last year." Said Lizzie.

"And Quinny wont even let me near that damn drum set you brought her because she knows that thing is making its way to the dumpster just as soon as I get the chance." I chimed in.

"Don't you throw away that baby's drum set." Said Bailee, a finger pointed in my direction. "If you do, I'll just buy her another one."

"God, I cant wait for you to have kids so we can torture you with all the crap you have tortured us with." Said Lizzie. "And I hope when you do get pregnant that its twins. That means double the torture."

"Who said I ever wanted any?" said Bailee.

"You did. Junior year of college when you had that pregnancy scare. You cried for days because the test was negative." Said Maddi.

"Yeah, because I was young and dumb and thought that me and the guy I was dating was going to ride off into the sunset and live this fairytale life. Instead, I found him in bed with three of the geeks from band, one of which was a man." Said Bailee. "Turns out, his fairytale was with the guy from that little four way. Or at least the last I heard anything about it him it was."

"I hate to cut in, but we need gas and I need to pee." Said Gabby.

It's funny how the human body works. I didn't have to pee until she mentioned it. Now though, I wasn't so sure that I wasn't going to have make a run for the bathroom doing the pee-pee dance all along the way. A weak bladder was only one of the side effects of having kids. But would I trade a strong bladder for my Quinny? Absolutely not!

"See? One more reason why I don't need any semen demons. If I'm going to go to the bathroom every five minutes, then it's going be because of the buzz that alcohol gives me, not because of someone aggressively dancing to Copperhead Road using my bladder as their dance floor." Said Bailee. "Speaking of, I need something beside rum. Shit is too sweet and its past Bud:30."

"I second that!" yelled Maddi as Gabby pulled Everleigh's Expedition into the nearest gas station.

The six of us piled out of the SUV one by one. I didn't realize just how much the alcohol was effecting me until I stood and swayed slightly. My swaying reminded me of how I'd skipped breakfast this morning. And by the time I made it to Everleigh's lunch was a topic that was far from my brain. Making a promise to myself to get some snacks to help soak up some of the alcohol, the six of us linked arms and made out way into the store.

Once inside, we all split up, some going for beer, some going for snacks, but all of us meeting up at the bathroom to take care of business. I was perusing the chip isle when I heard Everleigh squeal, making me whip my head in her direction. She had a huge smile on her face as she pointed towards the ceiling. "Do you hear what's playing?" she said excitedly.

"Oh shit." Chuckled Bailee. "Wasn't that your go to song when stripping?"

"Hell yes!" Everleigh said. Unlike myself, Everleigh hadn't gotten into UGA on an academic scholarship. She'd had to take out countless student loans to pay her tuition which resulted in her taking whatever job paid the most. In her case, because she was an extremely talented dancer and had zero modesty, stripping had proved to be the one thing that paid her way through college. Stripping was also the reason that we she graduated, she as completely debt free. It was a running joke among us all that even though she worked at the hospital during the day, Everleigh was still stripping at night.

I watched as Everleigh danced down the isle seductively, her hands sliding over her body. Chancing a glance at the register to see if we were going to be kicked out of the store, I knew there was no chance of it when I saw the male cashiers face. His eyes looked like they were about to bulge out of his head but the way his tongue darted out of his mouth sleazily told me that he was thoroughly enjoying the show.

Turning back to Everleigh as the chorus of the song kicked it, I watched as she proceeded to pop, lock, and drop it as if she had never stopped dancing to the song, once more reenforcing the argument that Everleigh was still stripping even though she made good money working at the hospital.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Bailee grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the cooler and made her way towards Everleigh. When she reached her side, I watched as she cracked open the bottles of water and began to pour them over Everleigh's head, drenching her but only making Everleigh dance even more seductively. Cashier boy seemed to like what he was seeing even more than before because the music got louder as Everleigh's nipples began to poke though her white tank top with 'Bride' to be emblazoned across the chest.

Gabby, Bailee, Maddi, and I joined in on the dance. Granted, we weren't as seductive as Everleigh was but I think we each held out own.

When the song was finally over, all of us werein stitches from laughing and doing our own little dances. If this little showin the middle of a rural area gas station was any indication of what was tocome this weekend, it was going to be one for the books. Undoubtedly, themani/pedi's I had planned and dinner out at a fancy steak house were the tamestoptions of what was to come. Apprehension filled me at what could happen butthat little part of me that stayed buried most of the time was excited to finallylet loose for the first time in a long time