I sigh. “Where are you?”
“Nexus. It’s on 6th street.”
“I know it. Is he okay?”
“Just drunk and mad.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, I’ll be there soon.”
I climb out of bed, throw on some jeans, a sweater, a baseball cap, and some sneakers, grab my keys and head out. I’m about five minutes away. God only knows what kind of mess I’m going to find.
When I pull up to the club, I see Trinity sitting out front alone. Fortunately, it’s a notorious gay club, so she’s safe here. Ipull into valet, get out, and walk over to her. When she sees me, she jumps up and throws her arms around my neck.
“Thank god you’re here. Security said if he doesn’t come out in ten minutes, they’ll throw him out and call the cops.”
I exhale, frowning. “He’s still in the bathroom?”
“Yep. No one can get him out.”
“All right. Stay here.” I walk up to the bouncer, explain the situation, and he lets me in without paying the cover. I head straight to the back and enter the bathroom. “Tristan?”
He opens the stall door, gazing up at me with bloodshot eyes. He looks awful. “What are you doing?”
“Go away, Bishop.”
“Negative. You need to come out before you get thrown out.”
“Why should I?”
“Because I want you to.”
He rolls his eyes. “You’re a pussy, Bishop.”
My eyes widen. “Really? That’s how you talk to me?”
“Fucking pussy. You just do whatever my dad says, but you want me. I know you do.”
“Not right now, I don’t.”
Tristan crosses his arms. “Leave me alone.”
I grab his arm and pull him from the stall. “You’re coming home with me. If you give me shit, I’ll leave and you won’t see me again.”
Tristan glares at me for a moment before dropping his shoulders. “Fine. Where’s Trinity?”
“Oh, now you care? You fucking left her out there by herself.” I grip his wrist, dragging him to the bar, motioning for the bartender. “Does he have a tab?”
“Yeah.” The bartender turns around to the register and comes back a minute later with Tristan’s credit card and a bill for three hundred bucks.
I look down at it. “Did you buy drinks for the whole fucking bar?”
Tristan shrugs while the bartender leans in. “He and a woman ordered two bottles of champagne and a bunch of shots.”
“Thanks, man.” I shake my head, making Tristan sign the slip. “Let’s go.” We make our way through the club and outside where Trinity is waiting with a worried look on her face. “Did you guys drink enough?”
