I paid no attention to the whispers as I stalked through the lobby and into the ground floor bar. The drink clinked down in front of me minutes after I placed the order. I removed the cutesy toothpick and downed the liquid. Then I ordered another.

"Do you really think two wrongs make a right?" Damian asked.

I laughed. It wasn't funny.

The next drink slid in front of me but before I could grab it, Damian grabbed and swallowed.

"Christ, what is this shit?" I ...