Grayson Pov
We walked into the large building and were automatically enveloped in the smell of sugary candy, popcorn, and alcohol. There was laughter coming from the hallway and I looked to the side, seeing a group of businessmen and some secretaries. They were all clearly drunk as they walked to a room, sliding open the door before going inside. Another door opened and a woman with a tray filled with empty cups walked out, music blaring and horrible singing coming from the room before she closed the door. Soundproof doors, since it was instantly quiet again. “Where are we?” I asked Lana, a frown on my face as we walked up to the counter.
The woman behind the counter was leaning on it, a bored look on her face as she read a magazine. “How many?” She asked, not even looking up. O
