“Eddieeeee!”

A voice called out from a few feet away, near the velvet rope of the VIP lounge. Inside, Eddie Turner was seated with a girl draped over each arm, his smirk wide, his drink in hand.

He looked up, grin stretching when he spotted a familiar face pushing through the crowd. His longtime friend.

“Paloooo,” Eddie drawled, getting up from his seat. He staggered slightly, and the girl on his left caught his arm. Eddie rewarded her with a lazy smile before fishing into his pocket, pulling out crisp dollar bills, and dropping them on her thigh.

Then he turned to his friend.

For a moment, the two men...