Dee and Kim had come into Steve and Ray’s lives after Zosma blackmailed the boys’ into working on his project, but before Ray’s father’s death had left their situation more precarious. To say they were stressed was an understatement, but Ray managed to hide his better than Steve.
When the pressure culminated one weekend, Steve let Ray convince him loud music, hot chicks, and good drinks would clear his mind.
It was one of the few times Ray had been right.
Steve sidled sideways to avoid contact with the flailing bodies on the strobed dance floor. The bar, situated through the crowd of crazed dancers, had Steve cursing his friend. He’d agreed to escape reality for a few hours, but a headache wasn’t what he’d had in mind.
Pushing through a layer of bodies, Steve’s eye fell on Dee, and all
