The resort’s only nightclub was carved into the side of a cliff. The open air, black marble floors, neon jellyfish tanks pulsing purple and blue.
After 11 p.m. the families vanished and the place belonged to the adults with black cards and bad decisions.
Eliot had no business being there.
He had exactly one credit card left with enough limit for three drinks. He was on his third.
He sat alone at the far end of the bar, elbows on the counter, staring into a half empty glass of rum that cost more than his daily wage back home.
His shirt unbuttoned at the collar, hair messy from raking his hands through it, eyes dark with things he couldn’t say out loud.
Maria’s voice kept looping. The blond i***t’s sneer and his bank app which shows ₱4,827 remaining until January.
He tipped the glas
