Drunk driving

Tom's POV

I drove out of my company's garage, a lazy grin on my face as I swerved onto the road. The invitation to the birthday party burned in my suit jacket that was sprawled over the passenger seat. I had the urge to whip it out and stare at it over and over again.  

My ticket to a world of numerous possibilities. The things I could achieve, the people I could meet, I really had hit the jackpot with Adam Stone and it was worth celebrating! 

Grinning widely, I sped down the road, trying to think of the nearest club to crash in. I wanted a taste of the high life. Scratch that, I wanted more than a taste. I wanted a whole scoop. 

I was done with the day's work. My phone rang somewhere, resounding in the car, irritating the shit out of me. It had better not be my bitch of a secretary. I would not be returning to the office unless there was a meteor crashing into it from out of spac