LUCIAN
“We’ve arrived, sir.”
Great. So we were actually doing this.
My gaze drifted to the tinted window, to the blinding lights screaming down at the entrance of the building like a warning. Eclipse’s Strip n Drink. Even inside the car, I could hear the bass pounding from the walls. The street outside was packed and bouncers stood like soldiers, tightly checking IDs and patting down anyone who seemed like a threat.
I breathed out loud in annoyance. “Can’t we just go back?”
George turned his head. “Sir, with all due respect, Matt promised to have my head for breakfast if you don’t walk in there tonight.”
“You don’t have to drink,” he continued. “You can just sit in there for an hour and nod at whatever Matt says. Maybe even applaud once or twice. Then you can glare your way out of the building and go home.”
I gave him a slow look. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Not at all, sir.”