I could definitely get used to this." Chase grinned and let out a contented sigh as he took a swallow of his Hurricane while we sat in the courtyard at Pat O'Briens. It was a beautiful night in New Orleans. Warm, but not suffocatingly hot, and there was a slight breeze in the air. The nightlife and atmosphere of Bourbon Street could not be beat.

"I wish we could've gotten into the piano bar, but it was packed." I said with a slight pout, taking a sip of my own Hurricane, the potent rum based cocktail going straight to my head, making me feel warm and fuzzy and a slight bit tipsy.

"No, this is perfect out here. It's too hot inside to be packed in like sardines." Courtney said, looking around the vast courtyard and the iconic "flaming fountain."

It really was nice, but it was a little tame, and I was looking for more. This was New Orleans after all. We had arrived this morning, and after checking into our hotel, we planned out our day. We started off with a visit to the The Aquarium Of The Americas, then a riverboat cruise to the Audubon Zoo for some lighthearted fun. We then took the riverboat back to where we began, and enjoyed strolling the river walk mall for a little shopping, snacks and cocktails. Sure it was touristy, but Ryan and Chase had never explored the city before, and there was so much to do.

We toured The French Quarter, Jackson Square, St. Louis cathedral and Jax Brewery, stopped by Cafe Du Monde for coffee and beignets, then returned to the hotel briefly to drop off our packages, freshen up and take a little breather before setting out to enjoy the nightlife of Bourbon Street. After dinner at House Of Blues, we ended up at Pat O'Briens, where we were currently resting up and enjoying our Hurricanes and just chatting. We were already planning another trip back in a couple of months, during the off season where we could take in a Saints game. Yeah, I really had missed Louisiana. Not that I would even consider moving back here, but it really was nice to visit.

"I feel like cutting loose. Getting a little wild. I think we should hit The Cat's Meow next." I said, draining the last of my drink. I was feeling exhilarated.

"Fine, but only if you get up on stage with me." Courtney laughed, raising her eyebrows at me.

"On stage? What is The Cat's Meow?" Ryan asked, his own eyebrows raised, but he was grinning.

"Karaoke bar." Courtney explained. "If we're going, Sam and I are singing. No if's, ands or but's about it." She directed her gaze to me, her expression challenging, and I knew she was ready to cut loose too.

"Absolutely." I grinned.

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"Alright. I've got us signed up. There's about six ahead of us though." Courtney said, taking a seat at the table. I flagged down a waitress walking by, passing out tube shots, and snagged four.

"What is it?" Chase asked, staring at the shot. I shrugged my shoulders and downed it.

"Mmmm. Tastes like watermelon." I smiled, savoring the sweet, fruity taste on my tongue. Everyone else downed their shots and we ordered another round.

We were all pretty buzzed after several rounds of tube shots, those things packed quite a punch. The karaoke was pretty bad, and we all couldn't stop laughing. We were having a blast, and finally Courtney and I were up to perform. We wanted to do something fun and a little bit silly.

Ryan's POV

I couldn't help but smile in amusement. I had no idea what the girls were up to. I swear every eye in the place was glued to the stage as Sam and Courtney stepped up to perform. I couldn't wait to see what they had come up with, they wouldn't tell us, said it was going to be a surprise. I glanced over at Chase, and he looked just as amused, eagerly anticipating what was to come.

Well, I wish I had some shoes on my two bare feet
And it's gettin' kinda cold in these painted-on cut-off jeans
I hate the way this bikini top chafes
Do I really have to wear it all day?
(Yeah, baby)

I hear you over there on your tailgate whistlin'
Sayin', "Hey girl", but you know I ain't listenin'
'Cause I got a name, and to you it ain't
Pretty little thing, honey or baby
It's drivin' me red, red, red, red, red, red, redneck crazy

Bein' the girl in a country song
How in the world did it go so wrong?
Like all we're good for is lookin' good for
You and your friends on the weekend, nothin' more
We used to get a little respect
Now we're lucky if we even get
To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut and ride along
And be the girl in a country song

Chase and I couldn't help but laugh at Sam and Courtney's song choice. They were obviously drunk, hell, we all were, but they didn't sound half bad. They even looked the part in their cut of denim shorts and exposed midriffs and the crowd went wild over the gorgeous brunette and blonde on stage working it like they owned it. I loved seeing Sam's confidence, and that wild side I couldn't get enough of come out.

Well, shakin' my moneymaker ain't ever made me a dime
And there ain't no sugar for you in this shaker of mine
Tell me one more time you gotta get you some of that
Sure I'll slide on over, but you're gonna get slapped, huh
These days it ain't easy being that...

Girl in a country song
How in the world did it go so wrong?
Like all we're good for is looking good for
You and your friends on the weekend, nothin' more
We used to get a little respect
Now we're lucky if we even get
To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut and ride along
And be the girl in a country song
Yep, yep, yeah baby

I watched as both Sam and Courtney turned their backs to the audience, shaking their asses, shooting flirty grins at Chase and me over their shoulders. They were really getting into it, and the crowd was eating it up. The truth was, I was getting very turned on, and was ready to get back to our hotel as soon as they were done.

Yep, yep, yeah baby
Aw naw
Conway and George Strait
Never did it this way
Back in the old days
Aw naw
We ain't a cliche
That ain't no way
To treat a lady

Like a girl in a country song
How in the world did it go so wrong?
Like all we're good for is lookin' good for
You and your friends on the weekend, nothin' more
We used to get a little respect
Now we're lucky if we even get
To climb up in your truck, keep our mouth shut and ride along
Down some old dirt road we don't even wanna be on
And be the girl in a country song
Yeah baby
I ain't your tan legged Juliet
Can I put on some real clothes now?
Aw naw

They both grinned and bowed to the thunderous applause and caught our eyes and smiled at us as they exited the stage. Chase watched Courtney just as hungrily as I watched Sam. That performance alone was well worth the wait and this entire trip, I thought, but it was definitely time to get back to the hotel and our separate rooms.

"I hope you know you gave every guy in this place a raging boner." I whispered in Sam's ear as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"As long as they know you are the one I'm going home with." She kissed me heatedly, and I couldn't suppress the moan that escaped my throat.

"I'll make sure they know this ass is mine." I growled against her lips, as I grabbed a handful of her ass and squeezed it.

"So are you going to fuck me or just grab my ass all night?" She grinned cheekily.

"Probably both." I laughed.

We left the bar, and before we could make our way back to the hotel, Sam grabbed by hand excitedly, eyes full of mischief. "How about we shake things up tonight? Try something different?"

"What do you have in mind?" I asked, intrigued.

She pointed across the street to a shop that sold "adult toys." Then she whispered her plan in my ear, my mind racing with the dirty thoughts she had filled it with. "You game?" She asked with a grin.

"Hell yeah." I replied, allowing her to drag me into the shop.

This was going to really be one hell of a night.

A/N: My apologies for taking so long to update. I have hit a wall as far as ideas and motivation go, but I'm hoping to have a breakthrough very soon. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with this story. Much love. XOXO 💋