The tour bus rolled to a stop outside some swanky hotel I didn't bother to notice the name of, but surely cost us several hundred dollars a night. Anthony waited on the sidewalk, disheveled. I stopped on the top step and gazed at him, letting my pupils adjust before stepping into the sunlight. The relief that crossed his face was short lived.
Memphis stepped up behind me, draping an arm haphazardly across my shoulders. I glanced over and rolled my eyes, scoffing. He wore only a pair of green and black And 1s loose on his hips, his shoes, and a cocky smirk. Elbowing him in the side, I said, "Don't be a d**k. Go put your clothes on."
With a wink, he backtracked. I had a feeling the air was going to stink of testosterone for a while. Memphis always did love a good challenge.
Anthony was
