Brienne

“Cheers!”

The clinking of our glasses mixed in with the pulsating bass of the nightclub we were in. The noises from the people below us were drowned out thanks to our private room.

I took another sip of my wine before leaning back, wrapping my free arm around Viktor. Seven of us were inside the VIP room for our own personal celebration. It was just like the good old days in college where we would go to parties to celebrate our wins.

What could I say? Old habits died hard.

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