Legacy
He was swaying like a ship in a storm.
"Home," I agreed, my head spinning as the cool AC of the club hit my damp skin.
Mateo stood up, nearly knocking over a bottle of tonic. He looked at us, his eyes barely staying open. "Driver’s outside. All of you. Get in the car. I’m... I’m paying for the hangover, too."
As we piled into Mateo’s massive luxury van—a tangle of limbs, messy hair, and the scent of expensive gin—the city of BGC sped past us in a kaleidoscope of lights. We were a mess. We were unprofessional. We were completely, beautifully wasted.
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