Zane’s POV

Fletcher leaned back in his chair, a glint in his eye as he reached for the bottle of whiskey. "Alright, boys, time to drink some more," he said with a smirk, his gaze shifting between Zeke and me. He grabbed Zeke's glass, intending to pour him another drink, but Zeke quickly blocked it with his hand.

"Not tonight, Fletcher," Zeke said, shaking his head with a grin. "I’m tapping out."

Fletcher raised an eyebrow, his expression exaggerated with mock disbelief. ...