Rowan"Fine," I muttered, standing up, "lead the way, but if this blows up, it's on you."We headed upstairs to this private lounge area, dim lights and plush couches, and Brett pulled out a joint from his pocket like it was nothing, lighting up and passing it to me. "Here, this'll mellow you out, none of that weak shit." I took a hit, coughing a little because it had been ages, and we ordered a round of top-shelf whiskey, the expensive stuff that burns smooth, and Brett was already on his phone, texting someone. "VIP girls incoming, bro, the kind that make you forget your own name, lap dances, feeding us grapes or whatever, full service." I laughed, the weed hitting me fast, loosening the anger into something fuzzier, and I leaned back, taking another drag. "Grapes? What are we, Roman emperors? You're such a douche, Brett."The girls showed up quickly three of them, all dressed in tiny outfits, smiling like pros, and Brett waved them over, slipping the bouncer some cash. "Ladies, thi
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