Leah's POV
"This isn't a girl's night out," I mumbled to myself as soon as I walked into the Sheridan Club.
This high-end clubhouse was my favorite party house in town. It was a place where werewolves gather to unwind and have fun. The interior design was sleek and modern, with high ceilings, plush leather couches, and large windows that offer a stunning view of the city skyline. Unlike other poorly-lit live houses in town, the lighting inside Sheridan Club was soft and warm, creating a relaxing ambiance.
But today, this whole club was packed with hot, attractive young men. They came in different sizes and types, which made me feel dazzled.
"Leah! Oh, my Goddess! Gentlemen and gentlemen, the star of tonight, Miss Leah Lewyn is here!" Laura waved at me and announced with excitement, holding a glass of champagne in her hand.
It obviously wasn't her first glass of champagne, because she had already become a bit tipsy.
All of a sudden, all the hot guys' eyes were on me.
I turned crimson immediately.
Walking through a forest of tall, hot guys, I sat next to Laura, turning crimson.
"What is this, Laura? I thought I'd told you that I needed to stay away from men for a while..." I whispered.
"Yeah, I know..." Laura slurred and giggled like a schoolgirl. "But when I was planning this party, I thought to myself, what is the one thing that we have never done in our lives as independent free spirits? And then it struck me that I had never thrown you a bachelorette party! You left without telling anyone that you were getting married, and I was mad at you. But anyway, it's all past! So here we are, two free single women, doing something naughty that no one in our shoes has ever done before! We are in an ocean of man, babe! Take a deep breath and what do you smell?"
"Deodorant, aftershave, and cologne?"
"Close. It's the smell of liberty! You're a free, independent woman now! Leah! Congratulations!" Laura cheered.
And the whole club of men followed her to cheer.
"Great. They don't know who I am, but they are cheering for me." I sighed.
Laura leaned against me and laughed out loud, "You know what they say. Money can't buy friends, but it surely can buy 58 hot male models celebrating your divorce for you!"
I chuckled and shook my head slightly before politely declining the drinks brought to me by the waiter, who was wearing crotchless cocktail attire manifested in a bunny suit.
"Playgirl Bunny? Seriously?" I frowned at the back of the waiter.
"It's complimentary on the house! And man, that man has a nice piece of ass. Mother nature. Moon Goddess." Laura stretched out her head and stared.
I pulled her back and she laughed like a naughty teen girl in a sugar rush.
"Listen, Leah. The whole clubhouse is ours tonight and we can do whatever we want as long as we don't burn the whole place down! So, as the star of tonight's event, what do you have in mind? What are we going to do with this whole club of hot guys?"
"I don't know. Call the police and turn ourselves in, I guess." I chuckled.
"Haha! Leah, you're so funny!" Leah took another sip of the drink from her glass.
"Seriously, we need to hire a school bus or something to send them away before Lucian sends a SWAT team in and has everyone killed. Troy drives me here today and I'm sure he's texting my brother right now." I whispered to Laura's ear.
Laura looked a bit down when I mentioned Lucian's name, but it lasted only one brief second before she looked cheerful again.
"Oh, come on, Leah. I just want to throw you a party and I'm sure Lucian will understand. Plus, we're just drinking and having some fun. He can't be mad at us girls having fun!" Laura flapped her hands and some of her drink poured onto her dress.
"Oh, mine! I'm all wet!" Laura exclaimed. Then, she tittered for a while and said, "Hey! I've just got a brilliant good idea! Do you know what we should do? We should have a white T-shirt contest!"
Oh, no. Me being stuck with 58 hot guys in wet T-shirts. No, thank you.
I had to change the subject to distract Laura.
"Where did you find so many cute guys anyway?" I looked around nervously. "This looks like a GQ shooting."
"Gean Lee sent them to me in a big surprise box! Haha! According to Gean, they are young aspiring male models. Isn't that wonderful? They all look gorgeous! Look at those jawlines. I can cut glass by using those jawlines. And those biceps!"
"Oh, come on, Laura. You're so naughty!" I nudged her and said.
"What? Men talk about women's butts and boobs all the time and we can't occasionally talk about their jawlines and biceps? If they want to objectify us, we sure can objectify them. What goes around comes around." Laura took another sip of the champagne in the glass, and it became empty.
As soon as she finished her sip, a young man poured more champagne into her glass.
Laura looked surprised.
"Hey! I've got a magic glass! It's refilling itself!" Laura giggled, pouring my champagne on her dress.
I took the glass from her hand and put it on the table.
"You! Ripped jeans with a white T-shirt. You're not allowed to pour more drinks for her tonight." I said to the young man who was leaning against the sofa behind Laura.
"And you! Ripped shirt with a perfect tan, you are not allowed to drink. Put down the glass right now. Don't make me call your mom." I hissed at another guy sitting next to Laura.
He rolled his eyes and put down the glass.
"Don't be a party pooper, Leah! Us girls are going to have a whale of time tonight!" Laura climbed up to the tabletop and announced, "Gentlemen in the club! I proudly announce that we're going to have a wet T-shirt contest tonight! The person who got the wettest T-shirt will be rewarded with a BMW X5 M!"