Chapter Forty: Don't Do Drugs Kids, You'll Wake Up In Your Favourite Book.

When the room had settled, and there were fewer eyes on us, Vincent and I began our inconspicuous shuffle to the end of the hall. There was an isolated spot that led to an even more isolated and well-lit balcony.

“There,” I whispered to him, pointing the lucky balcony and we began marching towards it.

Vincent lifted the heavy black curtains with cursive golden patterns that covered the glass balcony door for the both of us and as soon as he did, the bright balcony light exposed our position, due to the differences in lighting in the two rooms. Still, it was only for a brief second as we snuck out into the cold night.<