The adrenaline from the gala hadn't quite faded by the time we reached the estate, and honestly I couldn't ask for more.
The four of us, Adrian, Sebastian, Penelope, and I, were sprawled in the sunken living room, the floor littered with discarded suit jackets and expensive silk wraps.
A bottle of vintage bourbon sat half-empty on the low marble table. We were in that strange, hazy liminal space between a victory and a hangover.
Mostly a hangover to be honest.
Adrian, Sebastian and myself somehow found ourselves reminiscing about our old school days. Back when we were teenagers and mostly hormonal freaks. I couldn't remember who started it. But it was strangely nice.
"Remember the time Adrian tried to 'supervise' our middle school bake sale?" Sebastian chuckled, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. He had a nice laugh. "He stood by the brownies like a bouncer. I don't think we sold a single one because everyone was too terrified to approach the table."
