Raymond had been drinking since morning, seated in the private VIP section of the lounge. He had always been able to hold his liquor, so despite the number of glasses scattered across the table, he was barely drunk. His eyes were still sharp and clear, betraying nothing of the alcohol coursing through his veins.
Damon was sprawled across the sofa, completely passed out, while Liam had slumped forward on the table, his head resting on his crossed arms. Raymond looked at the two men and let out a tired sigh.
"To think I called them out to drink with me, and they're already passed out this early," he muttered to himself.
He leaned back, his fingers tightening around his glass as his thoughts drifted. He needed to return to his life, to restore order and control, but there was one loose end he couldn't ignore—Lena.
