“My name’s Garry, not handsome.”
He muttered it under his breath, almost sulking, before giving the glass one last cautious sniff. Finally convinced it really was just water, he downed it in a single gulp. A faint coolness spread through him, taking the edge off the exhaustion but not quite banishing it.
“So,” Joey chimed in, curiosity shimmering in the dim lights, “how did you two even sneak in? Our club doesn’t just let anyone wander through the door.” His hands moved tirelessly, polishing a glass that Garry was pretty sure had been clean ten minutes ago.
Garry sighed, shoulders slumping. “We told the guard we knew one of the DJs.”
Joey hummed thoughtfully. “And they just let you in after that?”
“No. The opposite.” Garry’s tone was flat. “They didn’t buy it at all.”
That seemed to
