As they stepped into the club, the pulsing lights and thunderous music enveloped them. Despite his earlier promise to behave, Edwin made a beeline for the bar, ordering a double shot of whiskey. Lance watched with growing concern as Edwin knocked back drink after drink, his movements becoming increasingly unsteady.
"Laura," Edwin mumbled, his voice barely audible over the music. "It's really over, isn't it?" He raised his glass in a mock toast before downing its contents.
Lance was about to intervene when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Devin grinning widely.
Lance's eyes widened in surprise. "Dev? What are you doing here?"
Devin's grin faltered slightly. "This is a club, remember? So if I didn't bump into you here, I wouldn't know that you came to the club without me.
