"Got a minute?" Darren asked, a thin thread of tension woven beneath the casual words.
"Plenty of minutes," Nathaniel answered, shrugging, though his friend could not see it.
"Then share a drink with me now," Darren said, half-plea, half-command.
Nathaniel glanced around the dormant house. Sitting alone promised nothing but more static thoughts, so he agreed without a second of negotiation.
He slid behind the wheel and guided the car toward Royale Club, tires whispering over empty morning streets.
Darren had already secured a velvet-walled private room.
Daylight usually left Royale Club hollow and echoing, a palace waiting for its nightly court.
When Nathaniel pushed through the carved doors, only Darren occupied the cavernous lounge.
Crystal bottles crowded the table before him like trophies from forgotten empires.
"Nathaniel, over here." Darren lifted a hand in welcome, the other already curled around a glass.
Nathaniel crossed the plush carpet, settled opposite, poured a tumbler full, and emptied it in one clean motion. The liquor scorched a path to his chest like a ball of welcome heat against the morning chill.
"So, what sudden wind blew you to my door with all this firewater?" he asked, lowering the glass.
"Bad mood," Darren admitted, lips twisting into a helpless grin. He refilled both glasses and added, "Year-end chaos should have you drowning in work. How did you carve out time to babysit me?"
Nathaniel tipped the second drink back, slower this time, tasting oak and smoke.
in the gutter too." The honesty came out softer than he
actually jealous
He wasn't that twisted.
had lingered, slippery and unnamed. Nathaniel couldn't shake
you?" Darren ventured, sliding a
did you start fishing for gossip?" he asked, voice low yet laced
halfway up his throat because that was the exact
on earth could spoil his
fellow
mart
quiet counsel. "You're
you have a child
every argument rot inet
head."
gave a hard
knot in his chest
had started thinking about the Foster family again.
sharp exchanges, she finally
told him
her face.
.net
his own wife stung worse than the liquor now burning
men were
a handful of
simpler language of clinking bottles and
his mouth would fill
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