My phone buzzed with a message from the department group chat.
Department Head: Dinner is at Nightfall Club tonight. Is everyone there yet? Dr. Bellamy, you're the guest of honor, so don't keep us waiting!
I glanced at the screen and replied.
Alina: On my way.
Nightfall Club was one of Roland's least favorite places. He always complained that it was loud, messy, and far too lowbrow for someone like him.
When I walked in, the party was already in full swing. My colleagues were shooting dice, and the second they spotted me, they started hollering. "Dr. Bellamy! You're late! You need to make up for it!"
"Deal. But fair warning, I'm not leaving until I'm drunk." I grabbed the whiskey on the table and knocked it back in one go.
The liquor scorched my throat and sent a shiver down my spin
