All four of us pulled into The Wayward Tap’s parking lot. The rogues propped the front door open, with the biggest of the three currently leaning against the building outside, smoking. His eyes were on us the entire time.

We backed up to the door so we could easily load the alcohol in. I got out, followed by the rest of the guys. Nate bounded up to the rogue, chatting with him. Dean raised an eyebrow, but I shrugged.

The female rogue, Solaris, walked out smiling. “We will need to take a ...