William's POV:
Friday night,the end of a long week, and I found myself at a club in Lower Manhattan trying to forget about work for a few hours.
The place was packed, bodies moving to music that was loud enough I couldn't think, which was exactly what I needed. I'd been dealing with Roman's problems all week and just wanted a few hours where I didn't have to think about any of it.
Two drinks in and I was starting to relax, the whiskey warming me from the inside, the music drowning out everything else. By the third drink the tension in my shoulders was finally loosening, and I stepped outside for some air, the cold hitting my face hard after the heat of the club.
That's when I heard the shouting.
"You're being crazy, Kyle!"
A woman's voice, angry.
"Crazy? You were all over that guy in there!"
A man's voice, drunk and getting louder.
