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He lost his golden ticket just before we graduated from Yale. Knowing that dickhead, he’s already burned through everything he made off us.
Hitting end call as usual, I stuff my phone back in my pocket and close the remaining distance to the front door of Myth.
“There’s no way in hell.”
The bouncer takes one look at me and shakes his head, laughter in his voice when he implies I should pound sand.
A smile inches across my face because one fighter always recognizes another. He probably enjoyed taking me to the ground with a quick heavy elbow to my shoulder and his feet tripping mine.
“I let you win that night,” I answer, knowing I’m already busted, might as well make a joke of it.
The bouncer is a massive guy. Not somebody you’d want to encounter in a dark alley if he was the type to hurt people for the fun of it. His shoulders are the same width as mine, but he stands at least an inch taller and his arms are as big around as tree trunks.
“Sure you did.”
Eyeing me with curiosity, he sits down on a wooden stool and crosses his arms over his chest. It just makes his biceps bulge bigger.
Am I intimidated?
Not in the slightest.
But jealous?
Yeah, maybe a little.
Patrick put in some work for those guns.
His brown eyes search my face. “How many nights did you spend in jail for that stunt anyway?”
I smirk. “One. Not even twenty-four hours, really. Think I was still drunk when they pulled me out.”
A shake of his head. “Man. Now this is why you assholes don’t learn anything.”
He pauses for a few seconds, scans the parking lot, then turns back to me. “Can’t let you in.”
Rolling my eyes, I already know where this is going. I pull my wallet from my pocket and extract a crisp hundred.
“For this, I think you can.”
The most I get is side-eyed as he continues watching the parking lot. “Not for that. Although my eyesight does get pretty shitty the higher the denomination. Hell, if it gets high enough, I’m practically blind and have no idea who went inside.”
So that’s the name of this game.
I pull out another two hundred.
“My eyes are getting fuzzy, but I can still see who’s walking in and out of this club.”
I pull out two more.
“Ah, damn. There goes that weird blindness again.”
He snatches the bills from my hand.
“Enjoy your stay. Try to keep your hands to yourself this time. I’d hate to have to remind you I can take your ass out.”
“I let you win,” I snap back before shoving through the entry door to stalk inside.
The second the loud music thumps against my ears, I know I’m in the right place. Especially given the mood I’m in. I don’t want to feel anything. Think about anything. Nothing.
