Luke’s POV
We were onto our fourth shot now. His glassy eyes and slurred words said it all—he was completely hammered.
It wasn’t just the shots we’d taken together. He’d clearly started drinking long before I joined him. No man could handle that much alcohol and remain standing, let alone coherent.
“Another round,” I said to the bartender, flashing a friendly smile.
“I’m sorry, man,” the bartender replied, glancing uneasily at Marshall. “We don’t serve customers who’ve had too much. I’ll call room service to help him back to his hotel room.”
I held back a laugh. Of course, he’d want to protect his drunken patron from whatever he thought might happen next. But his concern wasn’t going to stop me.
“No need for that,” I said smoothly. “I’ve got him. I’m staying here too. I’ll make sure
