“Yes.” The girls say in unison. “We’re going to get drunk.”
“Cass, we’re here to have fun.” I remind her. Since we left Killer Queens’ show she’s been different, she no longer has a smile nor does she seem happy. “Just a couple of drinks and then we’ll call it a night.” I say softly to her so that only she can hear.
She nods, “Fine, just a couple.” She follows the girls into the club and towards the bar.
My phone buzzes and I groan when I look at the screen. God, it’s Everett, why can’t that man leave me alone.
Purple really suits you.
I glance around and see him sitting in the corner with a glass of whiskey in his hand.
Fuck. He’s here.