![]() ![]() ![]() It was somewhat fancy in that modern way, which meant white tablecloths, black napkins, weird fountains and artwork and lots of mirrors and glass. We walked into the restaurant, which was filled with patrons. “Shall we go inside? I’m dying a bit.” Dean nodded and Seb tossed the smoke out onto a patch of snow that had just formed. “He’s looking forward to meeting you again,” he said to me. I was shaking in my spot, feeling the cold flakes land on my bare legs. But man, I wish they had a rule that you didn’t have to listen to it until you were good and drunk.” He reached out and tapped me lightly on my shoulder. It’s not an open bar but at least the drinks are cheap and the food is free. “But Jimmy is here and he’s in a good mood, buying drinks for people. “What about Bradley?” “Not yet,” Dean said. “They got here a few minutes ago.” “I don’t know how they beat our cab,” Rebecca said, shaking her head. Judging from the red glaze to his eyes, he was just probably very baked. It’s too early, though you guys are some of the last ones to arrive,” he said, taking a puff of the cigarillo and passing it to Seb, who had so far remained quiet. ![]()
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