Morning crept in through the frosted glass, cold light sliding across the rooftop bar and painting every rumpled inch of last night's chaos in pale gold. Bottles glinted, half-empty on the bar. Tinsel and Christmas lights dangled limp, burnt out or flickering. The city beyond was quiet, the world pausing for the holiday, but up here there was only the hush of heavy breathing and the warmth of spent bodies tangled in each other's arms.
