REID POV
Music blares, the bass thumps, and voices ring, the scent of beer and other alcoholic beverages mixing with the sweat of the occupants of The Thirsty Moose, our haunt for the night.
The entire crew is here — well, the wedding party at least — for a combined bachelor-bachelorette party that’s not a bachelor-bachelorette party, because neither Wes nor Haven wanted to do the traditional “last night out” before their wedding. Instead, they brought us all out to karaoke night at the local supernatural bar, run by Jake, a moose shifter from Canada.
We’re seated at a circular booth in a corner of the bar, drinks and snacks spread across the table, all of us waiting our turn to take the stage and sing.
Or most of us. I already told everyone I would not sing. Karaoke is not my thing.
