Trevor was hardly young, but he would die in service of Frank.

He gritted his teeth as he picked up a bottle of red wine and chugged it, but he was already flushed to his ears halfway through one.

On the other hand, Frank remained perfectly fine even as he emptied his bottle and watched as Trevor wobbled as if on the brink. "You don't have to push yourself, Trevor."

"No... Stop it, Mr. Lawrence... All that I am... is because..." Trevor mumbled unintelligibly, clearly out of the game already.

Frank shook his head in exasperation and beckoned at Trevor's bodyguard who stood by the doorway.

"Send him home," Frank said. "He's been wearing himself out worrying about me—he ought to get some proper rest."

Trevor struggled even as he was taken away, while Frank was left sitting alone and drinking away his sorrows at the spacious booth.

Frank was not using his Birthright rank abilities to

"Hey, isn't that.?"

who looked stereotypically thuggish with a lip piercing,

dressed flamboyantly in a camisole, her permed hair spread loose and her makeup thick. She

the dimly lit room,

you doing here, Frank?" she asked as she snuggled up to Frank, abandoning the thug leader while deliberately pulling down

and he tilted his head in thought as he stared at Aria

Winter's classmate." He nodded when he

pouted unhappily. "You can skip that act when we're outside—do I still look like a

what do I

conscious enough to

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