Jackson slumped into the plush leather booth, his eyes darting between James, Matthew, and Charles. The bar hummed with Friday night energy, but their corner felt like an island of conspiracy.
"Alright, spill it," James leaned forward, his beer sloshing dangerously. "What's this mysterious shindig you've roped us into?"
Jackson cleared his throat, buying time with a long swig of his whiskey. "Well, funny story..."
Matthew groaned. "Oh God, here we go."
"It's not that bad!" Jackson protested. "I just... may have gotten us invited to a party. Sunday night."
Charles raised an eyebrow. "And you're just telling us now because...?"
"Because I only found out recently?" Jackson offered weakly. The disbelief on his friends' faces told him they weren't buying it. He sighed. "Look, I don't know
