Chapter 15

• “We thank you this evening for witnessing our silliness! If anyone would like their own shot of Monte Alban Mezcal, it’s on the house tonight!” Finn yelled as someone started up the music in the corner and started the Friday night swing early.
• Quite a few more people showed up and soon enough the place was packed. Finn and I manned the bar as Noah lost it after five minutes. The tequila hit and his eyes glazed over. His shirt at some point had become a crop top as he joined the dancing group, going so far as climbing up on a table. Then promptly falling off it after a bunch of people put cash in the top of his jeans. I laughed so hard at his antics and even Charles stayed later than normal to enjoy the show.
• “You guys are going to have so much against him.”