Kairos… an hour earlier…
The party in his house was in full swing by the time Kairos came down from his room. He’d slicked his hair off his head as he got out of the shower that day. He was cuffing his sleeves as he finally hit the first floor. Most of the party was dancing at that moment, a few of the patrons standing by the bar.
Kairos worked his way through the crowd, making sure to nod at anyone who greeted him. He had a reputation to maintain. Especially after the nasty business with Jeckell a few months ago. The school was up his ass and his father was further up his ass with comments of “good behavior” and “appropriate interactions.” He and his friends were on guard to keep any debaucherous behavior out of his house.
As he reached the bar, Thorne stepped up to clasp him on the s
