Chapter 117: Krispin

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 was surprised he didn't spit it out.

"It's warm Mountain Dew with a hot lemon twist."

"Is my vodka too high class for you?"

"I don't drink alcohol. Or, did you forget?"

"I didn't but that fucking shit needs to be chased with alcohol. Sorry I can't join you in your sobriety but I really need a cold one."

"At least you can't be kicked out of your own club."

"That's what you think. My wife would kick me out of the hotel using her spiky high heels and not look back. I'm only glad our baby needs a father. Lydia is pretty pissed