After searching all the usual haunts, Sandro and Zane finally found Ewan at a bar, heavily drunk. Worse, he was slumped at the counter, instead of their private suite.
A wave of frustration washed over Sandro as he noticed some patrons snapping pictures of Ewan's predicament.
"Damn it," He swore under his breath, urgency propelling him forward. He hurried over to Ewan, with Zane close on his heels, and gently tapped Ewan's arm. But his friend was almost dozing off.
"Ewan! Get up! We have to leave," Sandro urged, concern threading through his voice.
Ewan groggily opened his bleary eyes and squinted at them. "Get away from me, you traitors! Are you done frolicking with Athena?" His words slurred together, a mix of anger and defiance.
