Dylan gulped down his last drink and dragged his drunk body out of the club. A car was already waiting for him by the time he stepped out. He had kept a routine, arrive around nine in the evening and leave at four in the morning. The same car had been picking him up and dropping him to his apartment.
"Good morning, sir", his driver greeted him.
He hummed in response and closed his eyes immediately he relaxed in his seat. The car got a move on. The driver winded down the glass to let the fresh air in just as Dylan wanted. The night view whizzed by, there were hardly any people walking around in those early morning hours.
